I’ve written about many residents of our community and have mentioned on how each of them have touched me in some way. As time passes, I of course see more of these folks during my daily routine. Well, perhaps, I don’t see them but I see aspects of their life often.
For instance, when I walk by Bert and Hilda’s home (their names are on a sign on their mailbox) I see Bert but never Hilda now. I have seen the Medicine Shoppe van in the driveway and various professional looking visitors, but only Bert in his yard. Is Hilda okay? Is she still here?
I pass a lovely home every day on my walks. They have a beautiful garden and during the Spring and Summer months I see them tending to it. Lately I’ve noticed a large amount of dietary supplements cans in their recycling and no sign of either of them. I hope they are okay.
It has been a very long time since I’ve seen the gentlemen that sits daily on his veranda in a wheelchair. There was an ambulance in his driveway today.
If I don’t see the man sitting on his walker on the corner with his big dog every time I go to the park, I wonder where he is. He usually sits there no matter what the weather and always the same time of day.
Our city apparently has the second largest elderly population, per capita, in Canada and therefore what I am describing shouldn’t be unusual. I guess my point of this post is that to me they aren’t just people I see during my day – even though I don’t know them, I care for them. I hope they’re well and okay.
I guess I should apologize for another melancholy post but there is positive side of this too. If these people hadn’t impacted me in a happy, content manner, I wouldn’t have given them another thought. They’ve helped me to be more compassionate I think and once again, more grateful that I have the time to ‘notice’.