I was helping my elderly mom with her spring cleaning and noticed that sheās let her house go, so to speak. My mother was one who always kept a tidy home, believing in the āthereās a place for everything, and everything has its place,ā philosophy. As we were cleaning, I noticed a stack of junk mail piled on the counter, dirty dishes she had put away in the cupboards, and an unusual buildup of dust on every surface. Iām concerned about her well-being and I am nervous about her living home alone, especially since my dad, her husband, passed away last year.