I figured hiring a caretaker for my father, Frank, would make things easier.
It was supposed to provide peace of mind, not paranoia. But that’s exactly what happened when our personal belongings started missing.
After a minor fall left my father injured and unable to care for himself, he had no option.
His doctor believed he needed help, and for once, I refused.
I told him. “You need someone.”
That’s when Tessa came into our life.
In her late 30th, she exuded a friendly demeanor that made others feel at ease. She was patient, sweet, caring, sensitive, and professional!
Dad warmed up to her more quickly than I imagined!
She had him giggling within days, which I hadn’t seen in months!
At first, I was relieved by the additional assistance. For the first time in months, I didn’t feel forced to pick between my profession and caring for him. Unfortunately, the relief was short-lived.
