|Me and my grandmother.|
It’s no surprise then, that growing up I always had a fondness for elderly people and have felt a great loss for not having had grandparents my entire adult life. Until recently I’ve only lived this as a loss. But about seven months ago, I signed up to be a “friendly visitor” to an elderly person through an organization called The Second Mile.
|Aldo holding my hand.|
It didn’t take Aldo long to warm up, and I can tell that he looks forward to our weekly visits by the way his face lights up when he sees me. Each time we're together, I learn something new – about him, about life, about myself – getting far more from the experience than I could have imagined.
For that one hour, he has a hand to hold, and the comfort of knowing someone cares. And so do I. But that’s a post for another time…