â˜Žï¸ Our friends’ 95 year old Mother & I speak every now & then over the telephone. Yesterday I spent 30 minutes, mostly listening to her. It’s often not an easy listen, as at 95 she has much physical
diminishment (impaired hearing, eyesight, mobility) & almost every call includes her sharing that she does not want to live anymore. She’s luckier than many in that she lives with her children in a nice home and has a very kind, attentive aide who comes to help her a few days a week, but nonetheless, little joy it seems.
Sometimes I struggle to stay on the phone so long with her, but yesterday I just went with it, letting her talk as long as she needed to and offering myself with patient presence. Sometimes I can get her to laugh.
She needs to be heard. I have 2 ears :)