My dear sweet mother, who's age I shouldn't post, fell and broke her shoulder a month ago and has been struggling to do the simplest of tasks. You can imagine how frustrating that can be. She has on more than one occasion told me how disgusting her house has become. She always takes care of everyone and now that she is down and out she needs someone to take care of her. My Dad has done his part by helping her dress and driving her all over town, but noone has yet learned to clean the toilets or vacuum or mop.... so for Christmas I gave my mom a couple of visits from Hazel.
Mom sent me this photo Hazel with a red bow on her head Christmas Eve (actually it was the 23rd in the States). I was happy that Hazel understood just how important she is! Wouldn't it feel good to know you were someone's Christmas present.
