A friend of mine, Francy, is losing her home. It’s a very common story nowadays, but a heartbreaking one nonetheless.
I know Francy through her adorable Bichon, Missy. We live near each other and we both love dogs. We’ve tried to meet up for dog walks several times, but something always got in the way. It was a matter of weather or time, or because it was difficult for Francy to get away.
She is the sole caregiver for her husband, who has end-stage Alzheimer’s disease. He’s 72 and a veteran. In the last year, the disease has progressed dramatically. He’s forgotten how to walk and he can no longer be left alone, even for short periods of time. He relies on Francy for the most basic care.
These are all things I knew about Francy.
Last week, I discovered there were many things I didn’t know.
I didn’t know that she’s been going without food so her dogs and her husband can eat.
I didn’t know that last winter, one of the coldest on record locally, she went without heat so she could pay her mortgage and her husband’s medical bills.
She never told anyone, even as things were falling apart around her. Frankly, I don’t know whether to shake her really hard or cry or some combination of both. So many of us love her and had no idea about any of this.
At this point, there’s no way Francy and her husband will be able to keep their home. That’s not even on the table. A group of us, spearheaded by my infinitely kind and wonderful friend Lisa, are rallying to help as much as we can, however. Lisa has set up a ChipIn account to raise money for Francy to cover moving expenses and to help her secure a rental home.
Financially, the amount I can give is relatively little. But, perhaps by telling you this story, you might give your little and your people could give their little, and all our littles could combine into something not so little at all.