When I was a child, on occasion, my mother
dropped me off at the homes of people she knew
who were home bound. “Visit with them, they
are lonely,” she’d say. The thing was, I knew I was
not the one they were lonely for. All of these people
have since passed. Loneliness passes too. There are
waves of it, seasons of it, years of it. Sometimes we need to
become friends with it. Loneliness is real.
People feel it deep within themselves.
Every so often, I feel the loneliness of others.
Apparently, the short ones feel it too. Our young granddaughter,
who was not yet three, bustled into the house one afternoon.
I said, “What would you like to do?”
“I need to play with Nora, she’s lonely.” Nora is the
plastic, battery operated, doll who sits in the dollhouse
all alone in between visits.
TOH to date: 917 hours
