A guy leaves his elderly mother in assisted care, but she meets a young volunteer who offers her friendship and loving attention.

Edith Norton believed that growing old was a difficult pill to take. She had been a vibrant, busy lady all of her life until she was in her late sixties, when her health began to fail.

Edith knew she couldn’t live alone by the time she was seventy-two years old. She ended up in the hospital after a slip and fall, but the worst part was that she laid on her kitchen floor for hours, her phone out of reach, until a neighbor came ringing.

When her only son Gary visited her in the hospital and told her that “measures had to be taken,” Edith realized that her days of independence were numbered. Gary first promised to take her to live with him and his family, but he had other ideas.

“”I’ve been thinking, Mom,” Gary continued, “that you should sell that house and go into an assisted living facility.” It would be more safer and more appropriate for a woman of your age.”

“”Oh!” Edith said, “I was hoping…

You do, after all, have such a large home…”

“”Mom, Kate, and I want our solitude,” Gary explained, “and the kids are in college and don’t want to be bothered.”

Autumn Meadows would be a lot more pleasant for you, and it’s close enough that I’d go there frequently!”

Our parents and grandparents have sacrificed so much for us, and they deserve to be appreciated and treasured.

That Edith moved into Autumn Medows, and it wasn’t so horrible after all. Edith had her own modest apartment, which provided her with all the seclusion she desired — and yet she frequently felt lonely.

Gary had paid her two visits during her first three months at Autumn Meadows, and then he hadn’t seen her since. He was usually pleasant when Edith called, but he was always in a hurry, either on his way to a meeting or just plain busy.

She was sitting in the recreation room one day, lost in her own thoughts, when she was disturbed by a cheerful voice. “Hi! My name is Jack.” Edith found herself smiling back as she gazed up at a tall young man with a large cheerful grin.

“”Hello, Jack,” Edith remarked, “glad to meet you.” Are you paying a visit to relatives?”

With a melancholy sigh, Jack shook his head. “My grandparents died three years ago, so no. I miss them because they reared me, therefore I volunteer at Autumn Meadows.”

Edith guffawed vehemently. “Do you enjoy being around obnoxious elderly people? I hope my grandchildren shared my sentiments!”

“You are not ineffective,” Jack stated emphatically. “You have a lot more to give and share. So, please tell me… What do you find yourself missing the most? Are you going shopping? Is it time for a pedi at your favorite salon?”

Edith was given a bow by Jack. “I am at your service, my lady!”

Edith burst out laughing. “What a knucklehead! My name is Edith, and you’ll laugh at me if I tell you what I miss the most..:”

“Try me!” Jack said with a smile on his face.

Edith moved in close and said, “Basketball is one of my favorite sports. I used to attend to football games with my spouse, and I really miss it! Observing their maneuvers from the sidelines…”

“You are a woman after my own heart, ma’am!” said Jack joyfully. “I’ll go to the coordinator and see if I can take you to a basketball game!”

Jack would take Edith to basketball whenever he could, at least once a month, from then on, and those trips were her greatest delight. Jack’s friendship and generosity were very appealing to her.

Edith grew to love Jack during the following three years, and he seemed to embrace her as his own grandma. While her own son Gary never visited, he bought Edith flowers, called her and informed her about the pleasures and sorrows of his life, and celebrated his birthdays with her.

Edith died abruptly, and Jack was there, grieving and saying his goodbyes, at her cemetery. Edith’s son, as well as his wife and children, were present. They all appeared to be unhappy, but there was something else on their thoughts.

Edith’s son phoned her lawyer three days after the funeral, asking when he would begin probating his mother’s inheritance. “Well, Mr. Norton,” the lawyer began, his voice trembling, “I’ve already started…”

“You’ve done it?” Gary inquired, “but you’ve never read us the will…”

The man sneezed and coughed. “Well…I figured your mother would have told you about it…”

Gary inquired, “Mentioned what?”

“Well…” harrumphed the lawyer.

“Stop using the word ‘well,’ and get to work!” Gary screamed impatiently.

“As you are aware, Mr. Norton, your mother’s fortune was substantial…” remarked the lawyer.

“I know how much she’s worth, so when am I going to receive it?” Gary was the one who inquired.

“Never,” the lawyer stated emphatically. “Your mum entrusted everything to Mr. Jackson Kersey.”

Gary exclaimed, “What?” “What the heck is that person? I’m not familiar with any Jackson Jerseys!”

“It was your mother who did it. Mrs. Norton adored this young guy, and he adored her. When her health began to fail three months ago, she called me in and revised her will. Mrs. Norton claims you’ve seen her three times in the previous three years…”

“I’m a busy man…” Gary said, “I don’t have time!”

“Well, sir, now you don’t have the money!” exclaimed the lawyer, sternly.

Gary yelled and cried, and he hired his own lawyer to challenge the will, but it was uncontestable. Edith and her attorney had made certain of it. Her whole fortune — over $1.5 million after inheritance taxes — went to Jack, who had treated her as if she were his own grandmother and cherished and cared for her as if she were his own grandmother.

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