As a caregiver, I learned that the greatest, most consistent, sincere, and meaningful help, came from people who had been caregivers themselves. They weren’t nosy, antagonist or meddlesome. They understood how tough the task could, and would be.
Hearing, “How can I help you help your father?” was a godsend. No ulterior motives; no agenda, just a heart to serve.
Rev. James Wilson was a true servant and friend to my Dad.
Rest In Peace, Sir.
Happy heavenly birthday, Dad.
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