Life's Little Helper
Life’s Little Helper is a grassroots provider of home care services and mental help support.
…be real…
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Not Perfect ~
Everyone
STILL MISSING ~ Wolfgang went missing 02/26/2024 from Headline Road West near St. Andrews West just outside Cornwall. He is a short, stocky long-haired German Shepherd. He is wearing a red martingale collar and is microchipped. He is missed.
“The way I see it ~ if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.”
Dolly Parton
Learning to live in the present may be the greatest gift you give yourself 💛
As part of the village, it is our responsibility to ask for and accept the aid of our neighbours 🧡
Learn to Identify the Symptoms of a Heart Attack – Life's Little Helper Recognizing the early signs of a heart attack improves the chances for recovery. You might think of the classic symptoms seen in television and movies. A character probably has sudden, extreme chest pain and falls to the ground. In real life, the symptoms can be less dramatic and men and women can a...
Know the Signs of Alcohol Abuse in Seniors – Life's Little Helper Alcohol abuse among older people is often overlooked because the signs and symptoms of it are either hidden or misdiagnosed. They can also mimic the symptoms of other medical and behavioural conditions common among the senior population such as diabetes, dementia, and depression. The National Counci...
6 Signs of Hearing Loss in Seniors – Life's Little Helper Does your loved one do any, or all, of the following? Ask for repetition. Seniors aren’t the only ones who may repeat what they’ve said. Caregivers may need to also restate. Doing so (and perhaps multiple times) can be a frustrating sign of hearing loss. Misunderstand. A senior experiencing hear...
Grief can take hold of our heart ~ we must learn to walk alongside our grief 🤍
Today we honour those who fought for our freedoms. As long as we carry the memory of them their sacrifice will be cherished 🤍
Lend a helping hand when you can ~
And, when we grow up
We must never forget
That hidden, down deep
Within us
Is our forever inner child
Resting, silently
Forever waiting
Forever hoping
That one day
We shall, remember it
Poem written by Athey Thompson
Art by Arthur Rackham
Something so simple yet feeling out of reach...
Borrowed from another ~
Life is too short to keep tolerating anything but that which gives you peace 🤍
Call us today for all your home care needs ~ house cleaning, meal preparation, companion visits and small errands 💖
We also offer mental health support, including supportive counselling for individuals, couples and families ~ we offer sliding scale fees 👍
Visit our website for all details!
www.lifeslittlehelper.com
Giving ourselves permission to feel the difficult feelings sets us free
Life’s Little Helper offers ~
Home Care Services, such as:
Assisted Living Support ~ light housekeeping, laundry, light meal preparation, light yard work
Personal Care Support ~ bathing, shaving, dressing, hair care
Transportation ~ appointments (medical or social recreational), small errands, grocery delivery or shopping
Respite Care ~ for caregiver support, palliative (end of life care)
Mental Health Support, as:
Supportive counselling, individualized care plans offered to treat:
Depression ~ adults and youth
Anxiety ~ adults and youth
Addictions ~ adult services
Grief ~ individuals, couples and families
End of life care ~ for all individuals and family members struggling with an EOL prognosis
Life’s Little Helper also offers Life Coaching services to address difficult family dynamics, work/life goals and transitional issues, including career changes or relocation.
Please call us today to discuss cost and schedule an assessment for you or your loved one as soon as possible.
Life’s Little Helper is ready.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
We will unveil
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Borrowed from another ~ grief is with us for our lifetime…learning how to share our life with grief while continuing to live, now that’s the key 🎼🧩🗝
Peace and calm come when we are mindful of our emotional being 💜
How To Live With My Body
My brain and heart divorced a decade ago over who was to blame about how big of a mess I have become.
Eventually, they couldn’t be in the same room with each other.
Now my head and heart share custody of me.
I stay with my brain during the week and my heart gets me on weekends.
They never speak to one another.
Instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week and their notes they send to one another always says the same thing:
“This is all your fault”
On Sundays, my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past.
And on Wednesday, my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future.
They blame each other for the state of my life there’s been a lot of yelling – and crying.
So lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my gut who serves as my unofficial therapist.
Most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut’s plush leather chair that’s always open for me.
And I just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up.
Last evening, my gut asked me if I was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head.
I nodded.
I said I didn’t know if I could live with either of them anymore.
“My heart is always sad about something that happened yesterday while my head is always worried about something that may happen tomorrow,” I lamented.
My gut squeezed my hand.
“I just can’t live with my mistakes of the past or my anxiety about the future,” I sighed.
My gut smiled and said:
“In that case, you should go stay with your lungs for a while.”
I was confused.
The look on my face gave it away.
“If you are exhausted about your heart’s obsession with the fixed past and your mind’s focus on the uncertain future, your lungs are the perfect place for you.
There is no yesterday in your lungs.
There is no tomorrow there either.
There is only now.
There is only inhale.
There is only exhale.
There is only this moment.
There is only breath.
And in that breath, you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out.”
This morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves and while my heart was staring at old photographs, I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs.
Before I could even knock, she opened the door with a smile and as a gust of air embraced me she said:
“What took you so long?”
another poem by John Roedel
Borrowed from another:
“when somebody else tries
to tell you how you should grieve
smile and forgive them
through your watering eyes
and then imagine
how lonely it must be
to be the person who
audits the tears
of other people
the well-intended
will tell you how
long you should miss
your beloved
but
you take your time
grief is a hedge maze
and being lost inside of it
is more than okay
don't race through
your heartache
because you might
just miss a miracle
or two
in the teardrops rolling
down your face
don't grieve quickly
just to make somebody
else feel better
if you need to,
let your grief
become a coral reef
let the algae of your hurt
slowly form over the years
into the softest violet hue of heaven
it can take two lifetimes to recover
when our beloved becomes
an empty chair
it's okay
take as much time
as you need
your healing is your healing
and the scars of absence
will itch longer than you can imagine
but that is because you
risked to love so deeply
and that is far better than
the alternative
I am proud of you
and the courage it
takes for you to grieve
so fearlessly
don't listen to those
who want you to go back
to normal
normal will never exist again
for those of us who have
lost a part of our heart
if the moon broke in half
would it feel normal?
to hell with normal
normal was their scent on your collar
normal was their voice resting in your ear
normal was their touch on your skin
you have a new normal
it's looking at the shape of clouds
for messages from the great beyond
that your beloved is fine
you have a new normal
it's building a cabin in
the woods of your memory
where you and your beloved
can meet for lunch
you have a new normal
it's crying and laughing
at the same time
whenever their favorite
song plays on the radio
grief isn't the enemy
of life
numbness is
don't become numb to your suffering
welcome it in
and let it wrap you
up like a blanket
whenever it shows up
at your door
it's okay
I swear
it's okay
your beloved misses you just
as much as you miss them
and someday
you two will
get all tangled up
together again
someday
you two will
push each on a
swing again under
a shower of falling blooms
and someday
you two will ride
comets together
on the edge of everything
and someday
you two will giggle
at all of the idiots
who tried to tell you
how to grieve”
~ john roedel (johnroedel.com)
(Photo: Daniel Radford)
Poetry | John Roedel - Writer, Poet, and Storyteller. Poetry, Writer, John Roedel, Hey God Hey John, Author, Speaker, Comedian
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