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Is it morally wrong to not visit a loved one with dementia or Alzheimer's in a nursing home? What is the point of visiting if they don't remember you, or won't remember you ever visited?When I was visiting my elderly mom, almost daily, in a nursing home for three years, I noticed a man who had dinner with his wife every night after work at the DPW.His wife, in her sixties, was blind, bedridden, and underwent dialysis treatments. The EMTs bundled her up and took her away by ambulance to the medical facility three times a week.He never missed his “date” with his wife.Once, I was at lunch with my mom and went over to talk to the wife. Her affect was negative and I couldn’t get a conversation going. I thought, maybe this is what she’s like with her husband too, but I didn’t really know.I chatted with “Ed” on occasion, as we were regulars there. One day, I shook my head in sympathy and said, “When it comes to health, “Ruth” got the short end of the stick.” He agreed, as I observed the little dark cloud passing over his expression.Another woman, “Betsy,” visited her elderly mom after work everyday too. She was a dental hygienist and brushed, flossed, and stimulated her mother’s gums daily. Her mom pretty much had no idea what was going on. “Joan” died within a year, but her teeth were healthy. I understand, however, that the attention by loving and repetitive human touch (same as gently brushing hair) is soothing and calming.These are just two examples of simple heroism that I saw at the nursing home. Most of the time, the residents were alone. Sadly, the people who visit are considered “heroes” because there are very few who do so on a regular basis, as I personally observed.Those who cannot or choose not to visit for whatever reason—and understand that this is not intended as judgment—please know that the regular visitors invariably pay attention to and form relationships with the other residents as well, perhaps with your own family member, unbeknownst to you. It’s an occurrence in nursing homes for those residents who are able to spend time in common areas.This reminds me of when my son, as a college student, visited his elderly grandmother (my dear mother-in-law) regularly in the nursing home many years ago. She had a roommate, “”Elsa,” who had been regional President of Hadassah, a Jewish women’s organization that supports medical facilities, most famously Hadassah Hospital in Jerusalem.Elsa listened to opera and concerts all the time on her FM radio. An intelligent, thoughtful conversationalist, we spent many afternoons discussing current events, issues of the day, questions of morality and religion. She was bedridden, but though physically debilitated and in constant pain, her mind was clear and her presence was strong.We never saw her family there; they lived in another part of the state. When my son left for school in Israel, he corresponded with Elsa. He was very fond of her. She pinned his picture postcards and letters to her bulletin board.She kept an eye on my mother-in-law who was a decade older. When she passed, Elsa requested that the staff leave her in the room for a while longer so that she could say her private goodbye. We continued to visit Elsa, our interesting, dynamic, outspoken, warm-hearted friend. We all adored her.After she died, I sent a donation to her organization and asked them to send an acknowledgment to the family. Eventually, I received a thank you note from her daughter, expressing curiosity as to who we were, these people who were so interested in her mother, with the implication that she could not understand why, as her mother was “difficult” and had been addicted to painkillers. I thought the response to be disrespectful, with too much information. I discarded her letter and prefer to remember the Elsa we were fond of and privileged to know.The community of caregivers does not discriminate or withhold, from their own or others. Join them and support them if you can.And they serve as role models for younger generations in the family who see them caring for and honoring their revered elders as the natural order of things.If anything has given me faith in humanity, it was my experience in nursing homes, with my mom and mother-in-law, and Elsa.And now, they rest in peace.

Other answers mentioned in this thread involve adults, but here these business tactics invlove kids of the age 8–10 years. I don't even know whether this can be regarded a ‘business’ per se, but I find this worth sharing here.So one fine day, someone rings the doorbell and I open it to find 3 kids of my society standing there. These kids were from some other wing so I don't know anything about them like their name, their flat no. or anything. My conversation with the kids was like:Kids: Hello dada, we are here to collect funds which will be donated to our army. We are doing this as our school project. You can donate any amount starting from ₹5.Then they show me a form which was something like this-Apparently, many of my neighbours had donated some money to these kids. Some had given ₹50, some gave 100 while there was one who gave 500! In the form there were names of about 25–30 people who had donated some money.At the same time I was also skeptical about this, since I had never heard schools giving such an activity as a project. Such initiatives are taken by schools but are never made compulsory activity for the students. So I asked them some questions to confirm my doubt.Me to kids: In this form I can see only place for names, amount and signature, but isn't there any request letter or something like that given by the school?Kids: No, they haven't given any such things.Me: So can you at least show your school I-card?Kid: No, we don't have I-card in our school.(Now I was sure that there's something fishy here, as I have seen these kids wearing I-cards around their necks while going to school.)Me: So atleast tell me your school name and your names and flat no.Kids: No, we're sorry we can't tell you such details, our parents have told us not to tell such things to strangers.Me: So I'm sorry, I can't give any donations!Kids: But this is for our jawans, can you please spare some amount for them?Me: The form you are showing to me doesn't even have the name of your school on it, can you at least tell me the name of your school?The kids then told me that they can't disclose any such information. I then somehow drove them away.I then quickly called the secretary of my society and told him about this. The secretary immediately traced down those kids, confronted them and then called their parents.He got to know that the kids had collected about₹6500 in just one week. The secretary and the parents then decided to donate the amount to an orphanage.I hope that those kids must now have stopped cheating people in the name of our jawans.Jai Jawan!!Thank you.Suggestions are welcome!

I've never written a donation letter before….but will try to help you as best as I can….The letter of donation doesn't have to be longStart off…put their name (first and last) and if it's to an organization put that on the second lineThen introduce yourself and possibly your credentialsAfter that briefly explain what the donation is for and who will benefit from the donationIn closing …thank themOn the bottom…put your name and signatureIf this helps in any way shape or form…greatGood luck