I started working with an elderly couple two years ago in my home town after getting my CNA from the local community college. Although I lacked experience, still needed more training (despite my A- grade) and was not officially licensed by the state, the family hired me to help out a bit with things like making meals, light clean up, and helping with transfers and showers. All the kinds of stuff I did for my grandparents during their end of life care. They are a great couple. The Mister shows amazing love for his wife just in patience and quality of car alone. I won't go into his over-all-without a thought-sacrifice or her amazing attitude in the face of very difficult and often pain filled circumstances.
One of these days I am going to wax poetic about them. Or maybe just wax something.
They are a couple of snow birds, these two, and head down to warmer climes in the winter (or for about 6 months, which ever comes last.) Because agency care-givers are strangers who have to be trained every time a new person comes to the house (which is generally almost every time someone is needed,) my favorite elderly couple invited me to join them for as long as I was able to convince my family to let me be away.
Family was voting that I stay home.
Staying home meant scrambling for work.
We managed out a compromise.