Many years ago I went to pick up my son from junior high school. I chatted with another mom while I waited, and I told her I was thinking about taking a trip to Montana to see my dad soon. She told me I would never regret it. That thought stayed with me through the next few years until dad passed away. I went to see him whenever I could get away.

So many people I know are completely immersed in the care of their parents. My elderly neighbor, Joyce, is visited by her daughter, Alice, at least twice each day. Not only does Alice oversee all of the care of her mom, but she also has two young teens, a disabled husband, and a full-time job. Sounds like four full-time jobs to me.

All of us in the neighborhood try to be aware of any help that Joyce might need. Several times in the last few years I have heard sirens approaching the neighborhood, and without fail, they stop across the street at Joyce’s place. I always go over to see what’s happening so that I can secure her dogs or her house when she leaves. I’ve seen other neighbors chasing a canine escape artist in the rain. Joyce is always cheerful, and feeling a bit sheepish for all the trouble. But Alice is my hero. I don’t know how she does it.

Meanwhile my friend Diana is caring for her mother long-distance by paying bills and coordinating her care, while she herself is working full-time and fighting a debilitating illness. Likewise for Karen, who has her extremely frail mom living with her until a spot opens up where she can receive the care and attention she needs. She’s not worried, but being on high-alert is taking a toll on her.

I know four brothers (my husband Lenny’s cousins) who have undertaken the enormous project of helping their bachelor uncle divest himself of the home where he lived his entire life, including more than 80 years of possessions. Another one of Lenny’s cousins had to call in a posse of friends and family, and use stealth and distraction to move her parents to appropriate housing where she can manage their medications and appointments.

I sincerely salute every one of you who is taking care of elderly parents and relatives. I know for sure that you will never regret it.

Patty Luzzi has lived on the Eastside for 33 years. Readers can contact her at pattyluzzi@yahoo.com.