LAUREN’S STORY: For my mom
For a long time now, I have been taking care of my mother. Although her health isn’t great, I won’t let her live in a nursing home. She has done so much for me over the years and now I am able to return the favour and look after her. We get along great together.
HAYLEY’S STORY: A voice from the past
My 68-year-old mother recently found out that she has a twin sister, from whom she was separated at birth. The letter came on a lazy summer afternoon, as Mom was knitting in her rocking chair.
BOB’S STORY: Grandma likes the kids to visit
We share my conviction that the more we know about mom’s issues, the better we are able to cope. About a year ago, we had no choice but to move her from her retirement home to a nursing home.
NICOLE’S STORY: A picture is worth a thousand words
I have lived with my grandma almost all of my life. My parents passed away when I was only two years old and she took me in to care for me. Over the years, she has always been there for me.
FID ROTH’S STORY: Nine holes of golf and to work everyday
Staying young has been a priority for my father for as long as I can remember. In his 60s, he decided that retirement just wasn’t for him after he noticed that many of his friends tended to pass away shortly after they gave up work.
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GILLIAN’S STORY: Our little lifesaver
One summer quite a few years ago, my husband and I went on vacation to Cuba for two weeks. We left our three kids, Josh, Lauren and Alex, aged eight, six, and four, with my mother, Grandma Lily, who was in good health and always loved to look after her grandkids.
HILDA’S STORY: Back on track
Hilda, 91-years-old, can’t see as well as she used to, but nothing got by her, until she stumbled at home. During a routine follow-up, her doctor found that Hilda had diabetes.
ZARA’S STORY: Pet power
My husband and I moved to Canada from Greece just over 23 years ago. Despite our pleading, my parents chose to stay back home. Everything was great, until two years ago, when my father died from a stroke.
DESIREE’S STORY: Paying for respite
I am in the process of arranging respite care for my father, Donald, with his trust officer. Respite care three of four times a year is important to me so I can get away without worrying.
SAMUEL’S STORY: It’s the little things that count
One winter night I was walking down the street when I noticed an elderly woman struggling with two heavy grocery bags. The sidewalk was icy, and snow was falling heavily.