For the fourteen years that I knew my mother-in-law Janice, she would sit at her computer for hours doing her bookkeeping working or just playing solitaire. Her son Vincent would sit quietly beside her, keeping her company. Then Janice passed away. Pretty soon, he kept Veronica and I company in the same way, for the time he lived with us. More recently, for the almost-six years that he has lived in a group home near our house, he has sat quietly beside the night manager Carol, while she has done her own computer work and play. Carol and Vincent have a special relationship.
Carol has firm opinions about things. She and Vinnie squabbled frequently, often when he was caught cutting corners on some rule. We sometimes squabbled with her, too. Thereâ€™s awkward negotiation and role conflict regarding various details of Vincentâ€™s care. She was away for awhile on sick leave after some surgery. The guys missed her terribly.
We called her last weekend to get a phone number. She surprised us with the news that she will be leaving her position. Like so many black women caring for other peopleâ€™s loved-ones, sheâ€™s had to move on. Not for the first time, no one quite knows the right thing to say. â€œThank you for everythingâ€ is essential, but leaves so much unsettled and unsaid.
Through circumstances that were beyond her control, she would not be able to say goodbye in person. So she asked one thing: Would we please tell Vincent that she will miss him terribly, but that she wonâ€™t be able to see him anymore. Would we also say goodbye to my two daughters, whom she has come to know? Veronica and I spoke with Vincent about it. A staff member had already gotten the guys together. She broke the news to them, rather in the way one tells small children about the death of a close relative.
Vincent is resilient and hungry for human connection. So he will soon find a new person to keep company with before he kicks in for the night.
Vincentâ€™s not saying much about it. Thatâ€™s his way. Iâ€™m helping him pen a goodbye card, as weâ€™ve done when others have passed through his life. Given the low pay and the difficult working conditions in direct care work, heâ€™s experienced this before.
At some random moment long in the future, heâ€™ll say: â€œI miss Carol.â€ Iâ€™ll say: â€œMe, too, Vin. Me, too.â€