Next is the widow who is not afraid to ask for help. Not in the least. This morning, while taking a break from our own driveway and the 94 year old neighbor’s, we watched as this widow ordered the man responsible for plowing the school next door to plow her walk and driveway bib.
Having rested and eaten some breakfast, we are about to move on to widow #3. Her driveway is steep and very difficult to shovel, but she is in no shape to attempt it herself. Fortunately, she is also in no hurry and will take our help whenever we get around to it.
It’s no Easy Street being surrounded by women who need our help. My husband bears the brunt of it, receiving frequent calls to check on plumbing, or move a bit of furniture. And we are both called upon when someone is feeling particularly lonely. We only hope that the neighbors of our own widowed parents are doing the same for them when we can’t.