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Seniors still matter.  We Call.  We care.
Seniors still have stories to tell.

I lived a lifetime.
Today I sit alone.

I lived a lifetime.
Today I sit alone.

My yesterdays were filled with caring for my family, having lunch with friends, going to work, & cooking

dinner.

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One night I went to sleep; young and vibrant, only to wake up to see a stranger looking back at me in the bathroom mirror. My heart sank. 

 

My soul was yelling out "No!  that's not me, that's my Mom!", but one quick glance into the mirror confirmed the truth. Time had passed and I had been too busy to notice. 

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I had become a senior with all

the bells and whistles that we

are awarded when we reach a

certain age, wrinkles too deep

for any filler, hair that thinks it

belongs in my brush rather than

on my head and arm muscles that

could act as wind sails.

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My children are now adults and

busy with their own lives.  They

are too busy to call or visit.

              I understand.

Your Mom needs people who care.
It's hard to be a senior, life speeds by.
Most of my friends are gone now. Days that once flew by, now move in ultra slow motion.

Today 
is identical to all my yesterdays. My smiles have left me.
CARING FOR SENIORS
Seniors have stories to tell

We call.  We care.  We Help.

We call because you can't
Helping older people
We call seniors that may be lonely or sad.  We help put a smile on their face.  Helping older people in need.
We call seniors that may be lonely or sad.  We help put a smile on their face.  Helping older people in need.
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