I learned and continue to learn, just how important my eldars are to me. I have an adopted grandfather, we sort of adopted one another when he moved into my apartment complex, he became ill and his family was too busy to check on him each day, so I'd go up get his breakfast, make sure he took his meds and then make an evening meal and see to that he took his evening meds.
Over time we became very close, I have a soft spot for crotchety old farts.
When he was feeling better we began to work together, we did yard work, he brought me in because he was having a hard time on his own, we did this for three years together, when he decided to cut way back on his work. He turned over most of his "people" to me and I have now got a thriving side business that I love.
He called me the other day and asked me to help with one of his oldest clients, a huge piece of property that the owner routinely let's go (a friggen nightmare this place), I could not say no and wouldn't have anyway.
Today I noticed just how weak he is, and how frustrated he is over his lack of strength, I convinced him to do the lite stuff and to rest often and I did the heaviest work. The way I see it, it keeps him active, out in the fresh air, keeps his mind working and makes him feel good about himself.
He is over 70 and knows everthing there is to know about the area I live in, he's like a walking historical tour and I love to listen to his stories of the area from 30 or 40 years ago. It seems like such a small thing to do to make someone, who has taught me so much, feel that he still has value in a society that seems to write you off once you hit 60. And it irritates me no end when people hear he is still working the first reaction is "isn't he dead yet?" or "he can't work, can he even walk?" or some other insulting comment. And believe me, I let them know just how insulting it is, speaking my mind has never been a problem.