SBM
I respectfully disagree, partially based on my own family history.
My parents had a cleaning lady who worked for them for over 30 years. She started shortly after the last sibling left the nest, which led to us teasing our mother that she had to hire help now that her slaves were gone (she laughed--she's English or rather, was, since she died last year).
As my parents got older, she also worked for my sister and acted as, well, a spy to make sure all was well with them. Because I can't remember a single time asking my mother or father how they were and getting any answer than "oh, fine, how are you?" We were all lucky in that both of my parents retained their faculties and were able to live independently with a little help from a weekly cleaning lady.
She also brought something baked each week. Pie, cake, a batch of cookies, enough so that they had several days' worth of homecooked desserts each week.
Anyway, she retired due to arthritis, she was only about 15 years younger than they were. It was a sad occasion.
My parents gave her a gift of $1000 per year she'd worked for them (and paid all the taxes on it, including gift tax, so that the actual amount she ended up with was equal to $1K per year). Sure, it was a big gift but they loved her and she loved them.
It didn't bother us kids that they gave her that gift. We all thought it was terrific and we were so grateful for all she'd done over the years.
I never thought she was wrong for accepting the gift. I think she understood that my parents wanted to be sure she could get something special or do something special for herself without dipping into her retirement savings for it.
This will sound awful but sometimes I wish she were no longer married because I'd be thrilled to pieces if my father would re-marry and she would be a great candidate. He's not suited to living alone and I am not able to travel to visit very often.
To quote many an involuntary single from my youth "why are all the good ones already taken?" Time saw all of them happily fixed up so I keep hoping the same will happen with my father.
I wish I lived closer so I could do some matchmaking on the spot. I can easily imagine myself trolling places where the over 80 set hangs out, looking for just the right woman, one with a generous spirit and a ready laugh. Long hair wouldn't hurt, either.
Is it normal to have fantasies about hooking your widowed father up?