When I told my father that I would need to get senior home care in Queens for him, he was against it. He didn’t want anyone else but me taking care of him, but I couldn’t do that, because I was at work for most of the day. I couldn’t quit my job, because then I wouldn’t have any income, and then we would both be out on the street. After a long talk, we agreed that home care was the best option.
I heard some good things about a local home care company from one of my coworkers who has it for their grandfather. I called the company, and we were able to make arrangements for my father. I made my father make a promise that he would be as agreeable to the home care assistant as possible, and wouldn’t do anything to make their job more difficult than it probably already has to be. He agreed, and the next day, we had the assistant in our home, ready to take care of my father at the crack of dawn while I was on my way to work. The assistant was a young girl in her late 20s who was eager to do home care.
It didn’t take long for my father and the girl to warm up to each other. They talked for a bit, and she was interested in all of the old stories that he had to tell. I had heard many of those stories over the years, and even lived through some of them, but after a while, you don’t want to hear about them all the time. The assistant and my father had a great time and they spend a lot of time playing games and just laughing about life. I think I made the right choice.