My greatest fear is growing old alone.
As I approach middle age with no sign of a husband, and therefore no chance for children - realizing that fear is a bit too close for comfort.
I shared this concern with my parish priest a few years ago. He told me that I should spend time visiting people in nursing homes.
I know he was right. What better way to walk right up to that fear and see what it looks like. It's something I always intended to do. But how do you go about volunteering at a nursing home? In a big city like this, it's a project just to find one! At one point, I made a list of homes to contact - but didn't manage to follow through.
Then a few months ago, our new parish priest asked for volunteers to bring the Holy Eucharist to a nursing home with which he has coordinated. I thought I'd go to the meeting and determine the level of commitment. When I got to the meeting, it was just me and one other person.
Here's your sign!
Guess who's volunteering.
Now for the past month, I've been going to the home, bringing the Eucharist to those who wish to receive, and enjoying chats with those who desire a visit.
I've met the most lovely people.
There is Betty, who is always so pleased to see me, and chat. She is always dressed with flair, hair done to perfection. She's quick with a smile and a laugh, happy to show me pictures of her departed husband - who looks to me like a real mogul! They had a good life together. I tell her they look like movie stars in their portrait. (and they do!)
Mary, who knows I'll indulge her lazy moods, and fetch her teeth and glasses so that we can have a nice talk, and laugh! She has a great sense of humor and takes my dry wit in stride. Ha. She matches me wit for wit! Together, we say ten Hail Marys and a Glory Be - and I know where two are gathered in His name, He is there.
There are others who don't remember me from visit to visit, due to dementia. But they are pleased to have a visitor who will go along with the story of the day. In that unit, you just go with the flow. Yes, I'm a flight attendant and I'll definitely enjoy my time in Denver, thank you. You're right, I should know that your son is a very important person in this company. I'll be sure he gets your message.
The very first time I brought the Eucharist to these sweet people, I was overcome with emotion. What a privilege. I know I'm bringing them something so very special - the greatest blessing on Earth.
But they are blessing me. With their smiles. With their presence. With the way they search my face looking for something familiar.
And each time they look for Christ in me... I hope they find some reflection of Him.
Yes, they bless me. So very much.
