A few days ago I received a wonderful phone call from my best friend whom I think of like a sister. Chaya was elated. With the help of her wonderful husband, she was finally able to bring her dear elderly father home from an assisted-living facility to live with her and his grandchildren. I took delight in knowing I was a part of making this happen.

Chaya’s mother passed away twenty-one years ago and her father remarried. Chaya has longed for her father to live with her for quite some time, but he wasn’t ready. His wife (Chaya’s stepmother) was ill, and even though she was in a facility and he was still in his home—though doing poorly—he would not leave the state as long as he knew she was alive, with the hope that he could visit her once in a while. Like father, like daughter—true to the ones they love.

At the time the best place for him was a Jewish assisted-living facility, or so she thoughtI had previously made some contacts with a couple of people who had extra frequent-flyer miles and who were willing to give them away for an emergency. And when Chaya’s sister passed on, she got on a plane and went to be with her father to sit shiva. She didn’t find him in the best condition. Here he was, an elderly man all alone in a house, not able to bathe, drive or cook for himself. So Chaya took charge. I was so proud of her. She called me while she was away and I praised her. She knew I had taken care of my mother, so there was a sense of camaraderie. As she told me she bathed him, I explained to her: just look up and talk about the weather, and one, two, three, it’s done and no big deal. She put Meals on Wheels in place, as well as other services, before returning home.

Shortly after Chaya returned home her stepmother passed away, and she flew back immediately to get her father. At the time the best place for him was a Jewish assisted-living facility, or so she thought. It soon became clear he belonged home with her. The food was good, but he was failing and there just wasn’t enough help for him. He really needed one-on-one. I explained to Chaya that the same, or worse, would happen in any facility.

When I set my mind out to accomplish a mission, I don’t stop until the goal is met. I knew I would need help from G‑d, and He brought in my troops. I placed an ad on my local Jewish community listserv for donations of home health equipment. We needed everything from stairlifts to a bath chair, personal care items and a monitor. A couple of kind women responded. One had just lost her brother, and was kind enough to drop off a brand-new bath chair along with a few other helpful items. She recommended the perfect company for used stairlifts.

Many more things were still needed, so I called Bikkur Cholim, a Jewish volunteer agency that helps with medical aid, to the rescue. A couple of kind souls banded together and called several Jewish support agencies in the area to meet all of the needs. They were absolutely amazing. They even delivered the items.

Her father is a new man nowFinally her father was home with his family where he belonged. He lit up with joy, and so did his daughter and all his grandchildren. Her father is a new man now, thank G‑d. He just celebrated his eighty-second birthday! May his days be long and filled with happiness, good health and peace.

The kind person who dropped off some things at my home thought I had done something really special by helping to facilitate this mitzvah. I thought it was no big deal. I was just helping out my dear friend. But she went on to explain how, since both my parents had passed on, this was a way I could honor them. I took delight in knowing I was a part of making this happen. In the merit of my father Abraham and my mother Selma (Sara), may their souls be lifted even higher.