Phaedra as mention above,for a short while I did taxi driving during my Wife’s hours of work..
I remember an elderly lady with not long to live and her son, we used to drop him to his unit after spending days/nights with her..
She used to open up her feelings, worries even to me after seeing him off safe and on the way home of how will he cope, she’s all he’s got and knows..
I used to say she’s guided him the best way she knows how, he will cope, he will have the strength you’ve shown to him, and he will get on..
Any after a while she died, a few people tended the service, family, neighbours, and three other taxi drivers including me..
The son todate lives in a flat provided to him and is doing fine, only picked him up a few times after his Mums death, but every time we remembered and laughed about things she said, or complained of, hope she could here sometimes how well he got on afterwards..