|My dad at age 90|
Every time I walked in the door, Dad would clap his hands once, look really pleased and say, "There she is!" He was always sitting in his not-so-gently worn, green upholstered recliner, surrounded by small tables piled high with Bibles and commentaries. In front of him was a tray-type contraption he had made that lay across the arms of the chair, outfitted with a built-in pencil/pen holder. Sticking out of all his books and Bibles were those little stiff advertising cards people receive in the mail. Dad used them as book marks. It seems every other page was "book marked" because every other page was important to him. Behind his chair was a heavy, rusty stand-up lamp that must have been at least 50 years old, with a long chain to turn it on and off.
|Sidewalk from Dad's door to mine.|
He always wanted me to sit down so he could tell me all about what he had been reading, or a "new truth" he had discovered from his research. And sometimes, I would accommodate him. But, thinking I didn't have the time, most of my visits were for the purpose of making him something to eat, or cleaning his house or washing his clothes or feeding Maggie, the little stray dog he adopted. So I busily went about getting things done and I know he was happy to have some company, but what he really wanted was for someone to listen to him. He would talk to anyone, including strangers, and the first question he would ask was "Are you a Christian?" Then no matter what the reply, he would immediately say, "Sit down, let's talk!"
My dad's education ended with the 6th grade. But that didn't stop him from enjoying learning. His mind was bursting with ideas. He was continually inventing things or streamlining existing machines to make them more efficient. He could fix just about anything. His interests were numerous, from bee keeping and smoking meat to solar energy. Right into his early 90's, he would follow construction workers or repairmen who came on his property, asking questions or giving advice....actually mostly giving advice. As his physical strength ebbed away, studying his beloved Bible and all his well-marked books became his main focus. And that suited him just fine, because that was his favorite thing anyway. He died at age 93.
|My mom and dad, married 70 years|
If I had it to do over again, I would spend loads more time just sitting and listening. And even if I didn't agree, I would still listen. Even if it didn't make any sense, I would still listen. Some elderly people have few friends and no family visitors and therefore no stage for their voice to be heard. Already constrained by aging bodies, the added frustration of not being "heard" is discouraging and demeaning.
It is fascinating to consider the reasons God the Father used a devout old man named Simeon to bless the infant Jesus when he was brought to the temple to be consecrated. Simeon had waited all his life for the redemption of Israel. He had been given a special revelation that he would not die before seeing the Messiah with his own eyes. When Jesus' parents entered the temple, Simeon took the baby Jesus in his arms, praised God and pronounced a blessing on him and his parents. The Scripture says Mary and Joseph marveled at his words. What Simeon said mattered. He could now die in peace, honored and validated.
If it is within your power to provide a listening format for a senior citizen, I hope you will do so. Don't leave it up to the caregivers. They can grow weary. The bigger the stage, the better. Otherwise they may spend their final years feeling useless, old and in the way. And they will wonder: " Did you hear me? Did what I say matter to you? Was my life worthwhile?"
|The sunset of life can be beautiful....|
(c) Joyce Catherwood 2011
Photos by Joyce Catherwood