Marleen Brooks, a 37-year-old property manager in a small US town of Park Hills came home to find a handwritten letter from a 90-year-old woman she had never met.
The letter came from an elderly neighbour in search of a friend. The letter was just a few lines: Would you consider to become my friend. I’m 90 years old — live alone and all my friends have passed away. I am so lonesome and scared. Please — I pray for some one.
As Brooks read the letter, her eyes teared up. Her own grandmother, who had raised her, had died alone in hospice, which still bothered her.
The letter-writer, Wanda Mills, had left an address — a house across the street and a couple of doors down.
The next day, she and a friend brought cupcakes to Mills. She was excited and they sat and talked for about an hour.
Mills, who has trouble walking and uses oxygen, told Brooks that she hadn’t left her house in seven years and relies on caregivers who come daily. But they weren’t the same as having friends.
Mills had lived in the house for 51 years. Her husband and sister had died, as had one of her sons. Another son lived out of state. It turned out that a third son lived next door but didn’t visit often, she told Brooks.
Brooks took a picture of the letter and posted it on Facebook, urging people to make sure to check on their neighbours.
Read full story in ‘The Washington Post’: http://wapo.st/2vBLsLz?tid=ss_mail&utm_term=.5fb6308736ea
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