She Tried Her Best To Stop Crying While Her Dad Did This With The Garbage Man.

Story by Julie Bick

In 2017 my father was officially diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. This diagnosis came 1 year after my mothers passing and it was something I truly was not prepared for. I told myself no matter what happens, I will always be there for my father. I never was able to spend much time with my mother as her passing was sudden. I let life get in the way of making time for my mother and I refuse to let life get in the way of me spending these last moments with my father.

Being a single mother of two young children (Carlee 10 years old and Brantlee 8 years old) I decided we together would embrace this news and do what we can to provide the best possible life for him. We moved in with him and became his only care givers. My father was so happy about this. He is such a fun loving guy that makes friends with anyone he comes in contact with. One person once told me that my dad is just like Norm from Cheers. Everyone knows and loves him.

As his Alzheimer’s progressed, we were faced with a few obstacles that I knew would devastate my father. I had never dealt with this disease before and had no idea how to handle things but knew I had to make changes for his safety. First we had to take away his truck keys which took away his freedom to come and go as he pleased. This really put him in a depressed state. Then we had to take other steps like taking away his freedom of doing certain tasks – taking his own medicine, cutting the grass, etc. After some research I found out that Alzheimer’s patients like routines and if you break them, they can get pretty upset and emotional.

One of my fathers weekly routines is to go out to visit our garbage man (Harold) when he comes to pick up our garbage. This absolutely tickles my father to see people he recognizes. If my father meets you one time, he already classifies you as his friend. Monday mornings I hear my father say I’m going to see my friend Harold. Sometimes I will walk out with him and visit and other times, I just keep a close eye on him from the window. If we miss Harold when he comes, he will always go the extra mile to walk our cans back to our garage. I’ve heard other neighbors say that Harold will even knock on your door if the pick up day is around a holiday and you have forgotten to take your garbage out.

One morning recently I was sitting on the front porch while my father was inside. I had some stressful moments over the last 24 hours and was a bit emotional which I try to hide from my father. I knew he saw me the night before crying and it bothered him. I’m typically a very positive upbeat person but simply was having a feel sorry for me moment. As I sat on the porch, I could hear the garbage truck in the distance and saw my father walking down the driveway to greet Harold. As my father was at the end of the driveway waiting, I snuck inside to grab a tissue to wipe away those tears. I came back outside to find my dad in the garage looking for a chair. I asked what he was doing and offered my help. He said he needed a chair to sit down as he is very unstable on his feet. I asked where would you like the chair as I was carrying it out of the garage. He requested I take it to the end of the driveway so he can visit with Harold.

As we were walking to the end of the driveway, my father stops me as says, “Harold is my friend. He is religious and I would like a moment with Harold so we can pray for you” I gave him his space and walked back to the porch with my eyes loading up with tears. I remember thinking to myself as I was walking back to the porch that not matter what disease he has, it will never take away his love for me. I’m trying everything in my power to stop the tears and gain my composure.

Then I look back and see Harold on his knees next to my father sitting in the chair and there was no stopping the crying at this point.

Although we have had Harold as our garbage man for many, many years, he truly doesn’t know us. He knows my father has Alzheimer’s and knows we are friendly people that talk to him weekly, but he doesn’t know us. This stranger is on his knees praying with my father for me. I’m at an ugly but happy cry at this point. I’m simply at a loss for words and think to myself I have to take a picture to capture this beautiful moment. This simply act of kindness has touched me so much. Harold has touched my heart that I knew I had to share this with friends and family on Facebook. I did and many asked me to please make the post public so they can share it. I have and this single post has reached thousands.

There is so much good in this world, and it starts with simply acts of kindness. Harold thank you for your kindness and prayers, I will never forget this moment.

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