I started delivering for Meals on Wheels in March, once or twice a month, and enjoy seeing the 'clients' and having a little chat before heading to the next house. Another volunteer informed me in late summer that one woman had died. It was sad to hear, and was the first time any of the clients I knew died, but she was one I had only actually seen a couple times as usually a visiting nurse answered the door. It was more difficult to learn that Mr. X, who reminded me of Santa Claus, had passed away a few weeks ago. He was on oxygen, and the last time I saw him he was in a hospital bed in his living room, still jolly and always appreciative of the volunteers. I had no idea that would be the last time I'd see him. Reading his obituary I learned about the man he was before becoming old and sick and dependent. It reinforced the notion that we are all part of the Beloved Community and we need to value each other as we are.
This week marked the 5th anniversary of the Sandy Hook murders, which was in no way commemorated or even mentioned by Trump. I can recall the horror and grief of that day. That night was our monthly quilters meeting, but I felt so emotionally wrought I couldn't go. The next morning my dad and I went out for breakfast as planned, but when he mentioned Sandy Hook I told him I just could not talk about it then. This was my first post after the tragedy.
A happier milestone: This week we celebrate our 35th anniversary. Good grief, how did that happen?