‘Wonderful angels’

Dear Editor:

Angels do exist and we are surrounded by them, especially at the Wellington Terrace Long-Term Care Home in Aboyne. 

Once you enter the “Terrace,” your venture with angels starts at the front desk. You will be greeted by the kindest smiling ladies. They have seen me shed many tears and the ladies have always reached out with a hug and a sympathetic ear. 

As you proceed past the large common room and lounge, you cannot help but be impressed by the cleanliness and attractiveness of your surroundings. I always looked forward to the seasonal changes in their décor.

This maintenance is obviously done by the quiet, unassuming angels that you hardly ever meet, or who receive little thought or acknowledgement. These angels include the hardworking laundry staff, cooks, cleaners and maintenance, and others I’m sure I have missed. 

The two years my mom lived at the Terrace, every person I met had a smile and hello. The most visible angels are the staff. There aren’t enough words to describe their passion, dedication and love for the residents. I do not know what led the caregivers to choose this profession, but they are a godsend. 

The activities director organized euchre, bingo, music and entertainment, but many more like special meals, bus trips and “bucket list” wishes. The bucket list especially touched my heart. It was providing the opportunity to do something that they had enjoyed in the past. 

In my mother’s case, one was a trip to the local bingo in Fergus, and another to the casino in Elora. For the residents these trips provide a taste of the past. To the family it is endearing and appreciated. 

When someone passes, we generally think about their family and rightfully so. But I couldn’t help think about the dear sweet angels who have also suffered a loss. They cared for my mother for two years and loved her dearly – her cheerfulness, quirky sense of humour and agreeable nature. 

There are many residents who live at the Terrace for many years. Naturally the staff becomes very attached, as if they were their own parents or grandparents. The night my mother passed, the staff on duty hugged and cried with me. 

I gave my sympathy to them – those dear, sweet angels with such caring, gentle hands, helping my mom pass on with the dignity she deserved. I will sincerely miss seeing these wonderful angels. 

Blessings to them all. Where would we be without them? 

Linda Shaw,
Elmira