As I sit here writing my MIL, I'm thinking that there are so few people to actually "write to" these days. Used to be that I would sit and write my brother or my sister on occasion and a friend or two. Now most of my correspondence (not with my siblings as they have both long past) but to others is by emailing or text... which is fine, but not the same. I'm not sure exactly why, but it's not.
The reason I still write my MIL is because she is 96 and doesn't have a computer or smart phone (and probably wouldn't want either). She lives alone and although she recently contemplated going to a 'retirement' or 'assisted living', she changed her mind and decided to stay where she was. I have mixed feelings. In one way I think it best that she stay in her own place. She's comfortable there, has her cats and plants to take care of... and isn't under the control of nurses, etc. (She does have a visiting Healthcare nurse that stops by) But on the other hand, I sometimes think she might enjoy the company of other women for social activities that are abundant in A. L. facilities. But the fact remains that her mind is still good and she should be able to decide for herself. Her physical body is failing as she walks with a walker, but even though she has her confused days, most days she is as sharp as ever.
I write her because I like to write and because she likes to get my letters (usually with pictures). Now lately she has told me that she no longer sees very well, and along with that, her hearing is failing. It's apparent that life is getting more and more difficult for her. She often says that she is 'ready to go'. I'm never sure how to respond to this, other than to say that she is the only one who can know such a thing. One of her sons lives close by and takes very good care of her. He has a large family who do check on her and make sure that she has everything she needs. So she is not alone. Yet, I find her lonely... maybe because she can no longer do the things she loves... getting out of the house on her own, gardening, reading, etc. But I have to respect and admire her strength. She is one strong lady.
Had no idea what I was going to say here when I sat down to blog. Seems like our minds go off on tangents of their own sometimes. Truth is this was a pretty nice weekend. Weather was cool and sunny. DH and I didn't have any particular chores or errands that needed doing. So we kind of drifted off to doing what we wanted when we wanted to.... which is not always possible (even when retired!). Friday we visited a dear friend who has just gotten home from back surgery. She lives about an hour outside of Dallas. We brought her a bundt cake and spent the afternoon sitting outside talking. The rest of the weekend DH watched a bit of football and I did some underglazing of chess pieces. We did run a few errands and I made a buttermilk pie. That's about it.
Another thought: When I think about the upcoming week, I like to think of one *kind* thing I can do that will make the day or the week better for someone. Nothing big... just something. It's not much when you think about it and it doesn't have to be for a stranger (although it could). Even writing a letter, visiting a friend, or baking a pie counts.... see how easy it is. It may not be 'saving the world' or 'curing the planet'.... but I think it helps in some small way. It's like that saying of Mother Theresa who stated that man wasn't meant to do great things, only little things with great love.
Have a good week!