Today, while delivering mail at the retirement community housing, an elderly woman came into the mailroom saw all the CBUs open and packages everywhere and asked if it was okay if she grabbed her mail. Said she guessed there was a lot, as she's been unable to find the time to make her way down to collect it.
"Of course" I said and asked which box was hers!?
She did have a lot; a full box actually, and as I was pulling it she told me that her husband has been sick.
I handed the stack of mail to her and wished her husband a speedy recovery, to which she said that he was suffering with dementia. Said that he hasn't been sleeping and struggling more of late and that she was exhausted herself.
We chatted for a couple minutes and I told her that my mom suffered from dementia too and offered up that I felt the caretakers seem to suffer more than the person with dementia (to some extent), in my opinion. She looked tired too.
That simple encounter and exchange brought back SO many memories of my mom and her struggles, so I thought I share this with you all. The mailroom door hadn't even finished closing and there I was in tears. My heart went out to her.
We all have our battles that most people have NO idea about. Be thankful for what you have AND be kind.
