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I brought groceries to my 77 year old neighbor today. A frail elderly man who can barely get up and down the stairs.
He's a die-hard conservative who once named his three pigs Bernie, Hillary, and Elizabeth Warren (the "Warren" was to ensure I knew that she wasn't named for me.)
He's a die-hard conservative who once named his three pigs Bernie, Hillary, and Elizabeth Warren (the "Warren" was to ensure I knew that she wasn't named for me.)
He's also an alcoholic who has alienated every single member of his family with his drinking. He nearly died a few months ago—blacked out for at least 24 h and woke weak, dehydrated, unable to get up. Called my hubs, who took him to hospital. He's been more or less sober since.
He's not a nice man. He's not a man who's lived an exemplary life. Three of his four children hate him; the fourth (whom I contacted when he was hospitalized because I feared he might not make it) loves him but stays away for the sake of her own sobriety.
This isolation of his might very well keep him safe from COVID19. But he can't really care for himself anymore without occasional help. He's frail. He's weak. And going to the grocery store is definitely not a good idea for him.
I'm not at a place where I can let a frail, elderly man in failing health die of neglect, no matter how big a jerk he's been in his life. I do not know if he's going to survive this. I think it's unlikely he will. But he's not going to die of starvation.
Not sure what the point of all this is except... we need to be good to each other. Even the people we don't necessarily see eye to eye with.
Which directly contradicts the tweet I sent right before starting this thread, so ... maybe I better go to sleep.
