98-year-old mom moves into senior home so she can help take care of her 80-year-old son

Contrary to public opinion, there are certain “jobs” that you don’t retire from.
But why would one stay at a “profession” when they should be enjoying the rest of their years in comfort? Because being a mom is a lifetime commitment.

Staff members of a senior home were lucky to witness this kind of devotion from a mother, who was 98 years old, and her son, just 10 years younger than her.

Just a year after Tom Keating entered the nursing home, her mother quickly followed.
The mother and son, originally from Wavertree, moved to a Liverpool care home. Tom went in to live the rest of his life in care and comfort but his mother insisted to look after him still.

Ada Keating had Tom when she was just 18 years old. They’ve been inseparable since then. It was a “tradition” they were keen to continue.

Staff members were delighted to see such a rarity of a mother-and-son in a senior home.
Usually, it’s siblings or married couples since they belong to the same generation. And even with age, their habits remained adorably the same.

“I say goodnight to Tom in his room every night and I’ll go and say good morning to him.” Ada shared with the Liverpool Echo, “I’ll tell him I’m coming down for breakfast.”

People might think that they’ve grown out of their relationship but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Tom is like a kid around his mother but in a good way.

“When I go out to the hairdressers he’ll look for me to see when I’m coming back,” Ada said. She also shared that Tom would always welcome her back with outstretched arms, ready for a big hug.

Tom was grateful that they get to live together.
He was also thankful for the staff members who were splendidly taking care of them. As for Ada, she didn’t stop being a mom.

Tom said her mom still looks after her, even going as far as saying to behave himself if the situation calls for it, which we think is not so often.

Tom is one of four children.
Tom has two sisters, Barbara and Margi. Ada and her husband Harry also had Janet, who unfortunately passed away at the very young age of 13.

Tom was a painter and decorator at the HE Simm building services. He also didn’t opt to marry, and so he lived with Ada throughout his life.

They were also visited by the family regularly.
Ada’s granddaughter Debi and other members of their family usually come over to see both of them. They were also as delighted as the two get to be and look after each other.

Indeed, a mother’s work is never done. And with the remainder of their years, both of them are lucky to spend it close to each other.

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