A FootPrints Reflection on Years of Assisted In-Home Care
When my dad first started needing help around the house, I wasn’t ready. I don’t think any daughter ever is. He had always been the strong one—quick with a story, steady with his hands, the kind of man who could fix anything. But over time, the little things became harder for him. I found myself worrying constantly: Was he eating enough? Did he remember to take his medication? Was he safe when I wasn’t there? That’s when we found FootPrints Home Care.
From the very first phone call, I knew we had come to the right place. There was no script, no sales pitch—just a calm, kind voice on the other end asking, “How can we help?”
That question stayed at the heart of everything they did.
The care team that stepped into our lives didn’t just show up—they became part of our family. They took the time to learn my dad’s routines, his favorite foods, even the way he likes his coffee in the morning. They didn’t rush. They didn’t treat him like a checklist. They listened. They asked questions. And they truly cared.
Over the years, we’ve had the same familiar faces walking through the door, greeting my dad like an old friend. One caregiver brought him tamales during the holidays. Another remembered his birthday with a hand-signed card. One even sat with him for an extra 30 minutes one evening just because he seemed a little down. Those moments meant everything to us.
What stood out the most wasn’t just their professionalism—it was their patience, their gentleness, and the way they treated my father with the dignity he deserved. He wasn’t just a “client.” He was seen, heard, and valued.
I remember one day in particular—Dad had been having a tough week. His arthritis was flaring, and he was feeling discouraged. His caregiver, Maria, came in, pulled up a chair, and sat with him on the porch. No agenda, no rush. Just quiet conversation and companionship. He told her stories from his time in the service. She laughed, asked questions, and made him feel like the most important person in the world.
That’s what FootPrints has given us: peace of mind, yes, but also moments like that—real connection, real heart.
It’s been nearly six years now. Dad is slower these days, but he’s still at home, in his favorite chair by the window, watching the birds and sipping that perfect cup of coffee. And I know—without a doubt—that he’s where he belongs. Because of them.
I tell everyone who asks: FootPrints isn’t just a home care agency. They’re a blessing.
To the whole team—thank you for treating my father like your own. Thank you for walking alongside us every step of the way.
You gave us more than care. You gave us family.
