Same old routine; same old day.
The room was cold, and those old arthritic knees were playing up. Getting out of bed these days wasn’t an easy task.
Ten minutes to ease herself towards the edge of the bed; another ten to get from the bedroom to the bathroom, and at least the same going back to the bedroom.
Then there was dressing. What was once an easy task was now a daily chore.
Her fingers just couldn’t grasp the buttons in the same way, not now that they were like twisty twigs, riddled with arthritic nodules.
Gradually the heaters warmed up a previously cold room and as she shuffled along to the dressing table she knew she still wanted to look good. Well, you never know when someone might call, and share an hour or two over coffee…..
…..ever hopeful that there would be a friendly face that would show up.
The thought that a visitor may call, helped Margaret, daily, to keep going.
Her family had all moved away when they got married; her husband had passed away at a young age and she had been left to bring the kids up alone. How she missed the love of her life, even after all these years. Her children visited her from time to time, but being hundreds of miles away, most times it was just a chat on the telephone.
Life went on though, and as arthritis set in, so had the ability to be as active slowed down, but Margaret had always been elegant, and she wasn’t about to give up now.
The face in the mirror showed her the life lines she had accumulated over the years, and her eyes were not quite as bright as they used to be; her hair as grey as the day’s sky outside!
She put the final touches of her lipstick on, and even though she knew in her heart, that there probably would be no visitor, this procedure always helped her to feel better.
Luckily her little flat meant that nothing was ever too far away to get to and as she made her way to the lounge, she peeked out the hall window. It was dull and rainy outside; a bit like her heart sometimes, a bit dull, a bit rainy, a little lonely.
‘Come on Margaret,’ she said to herself, ’ don’t get dreary or weary. Someone may just call today.’
But that day no-one called.
We all need a little love and care. If you know someone near you, or a neighbour that needs genuine befriending, don’t say you should do it, go AND do it. Even just popping in a cake or magazine to check they are ok, works wonders!
Growing old doesn’t have to depressing, but there are situations that can make it lonely or more difficult.
Community spirit and compassion doesn’t come easily anymore, and maybe we should remind ourselves of it.
I would like to say thank you ‘GrandmaMattie’ who offered this photo for me to use alongside this article. Please take time to go and check out her portfolio. You can find it here