This week my cleaning lady of 12 years left to take a full-time job. By writing this, I may leave myself open to such thinking as, "Well, so the old bag lost her 'maid'. Am I to shed tears for her?" She was not my "maid", but she was so much more than a cleaning lady to me. She was my friend, my counsellor, and my therapist, and I believe that I returned the favors in some measure. We shared all of the major events of our lives and much of the trivia, too. She knew more about me and my family than all but near relatives.
We worked together. She did the heavy lifting, but I prepared the way for her. You know the old joke about cleaning up ahead of the cleaning lady, well I did that, in a manner of speaking. Our house was cleared and sorted out before she came to work. She had only the cleaning to do with no tidying up required of her. She said I was one of her best clients.
She loved what she did and did her work well and would have wanted to continue, but her husband, who was a butcher for a supermarket chain, was laid off when the chain downsized. He has another job in a privately-owned market, but no benefits come with the job. Their private health insurance premiums increased beyond what they could afford, so she is taking a job that provides health insurance.
I wish her well in her new job, but I will miss her terribly. I'll look for someone to replace her, because our house is too large for me to do on my own, and Grandpère won't move to a smaller house. I know that I will never find another like her. We both shed more than a few tears on her last day. We'll see each other, of course, but it won't be the same. Each Tuesday, I looked forward to her coming, and now she is gone.