Erin Brunner, August 2011
One afternoon I watched as she arranged three chairs in a row along the wall for herself, and two friends to sit, where they promptly clustered together like peas in a pod. While the conversation might have differed from the one three good friends might have while sitting on a porch on a summer day sipping lemonade, these ladies were sweetly connected all the same. We often think of how lonely and isolated some of the residents are as they slip into the innermost caverns of their own minds, but what is often surprising to me is how seamlessly they interact at times; offering each other support, community, and joy.
An excerpt from the book Encounter of the Real Kind – Musings, poetry, stories about elders, forgetfulness and life.