Great starts are easy, the goal is to finish well
While having lunch and visiting with our friends at one of the senior centers we regularly attend, old Motown songs played in the background. I found myself singing along with Stevie Wonder’s hit from 1984, “I Just Called to Say I Love You”. It reminded me of the importance of connecting with our loved ones. As Valentine’s Day approaches, this song, with its simple message, serves as a lovely reminder to make contact with those we love, especially those living alone or in nursing homes.
It is a beautiful, cool summer morning. Our last day of vacation in Northern California. Sitting at the table, I see nature being active through the window. A pair of white-breasted nuthatches chase each other down and up the tree, while several butterflies flit and fly all around the enormous agapanthus flowers drawn in by their lovely fragrance. Hummingbirds also enjoy the nectar. I’ve been enchanted by several sightings of these beautiful, tiny aerial fighters as they squabble over the blooms. Just beyond the lush green lawn, a deer wanders back and forth browsing and sampling tasty bits around the fig orchard.
My Mama had a wonderful tradition of writing an annual Christmas letter to send to all our family and friends at Christmas time. She was also an amateur photographer – she even turned a small bathroom into a darkroom. So, every year, she would either take a photo of my siblings and me or use the camera timer and get a snap of the entire family to include in the letter.
She feels as if her ability to sew – even to have good eyesight at her age – is a gift from God to share with others.
Perhaps what is needed is a bit of coaching ahead of time to help folks know all that’s really needed is a smile, a touch, and a kind voice.
I recognize the sound of her footsteps in the hallway. Is she going to visit me? She’s here! I have to try to open my eyes or she’ll think I’m asleep. “Hi Mama”, she says with a bright smile. I wish I could respond to her greeting. She’s placing her hand under my chin, and turning…