Alone In Age – Alone In Life – Alone In Home

I’m a little overwhelmed with the reality of isolation right at the moment.

We went to a house today,  my co-worker and I, to help an elderly lady by putting her window air conditioner back in the window.  She had stopped using it because it was too expensive.   But the heat today was near one hundred.   The “heat index” was suppose to be something like 110.   We got the air conditioner working.   We were literally dripping with sweat.

She wasn’t dripping with sweat, or hot at all.

We think she was dehydrated.

The more we talked to her the more reality reared back and shook it’s sometimes ugly face at us.   She had not eaten since yesterday, if even then.   We checked and there was no food in the house.   She had not even had a drink of water since this morning.   She said she had no friends.  We asked her how she was going to get food.  She said she was hoping someone would show up to bring her some.  But she could not name anyone specific.  The someone she was waiting for must have been us.

Though she didn’t call us.  She didn’t even really want us once we got there.

We talked on.

We stayed in the home with her until action was decided upon, and then acted upon.   All the while sweating.   All the while telling her we were not leaving until something was made better for her.

When we finally left and headed home the thought of it overwhelmed me.   The more I thought about her, the more I pictured her in that home, unable to stand without my co-worker catching her from falling, filling her with water, getting her emergency food….  I pictured this because I saw it.   Then I started to picture her every day.  Her every single day.  And her every single night.

Sitting in that house.  No one to talk to her.  No one to share a meal with her.   No one to worry about her, care about her, be with her.

Silent walls.

When was the last time you had absolutely no one who cared enough to listen to you?   When was the last time you had no one who cared enough to speak to you?

No way to get where she needs to be unless she walks.

No one for us to call and say “hey she’s going to the hospital”.

She was alone.


Isolated as she sat in the middle of 50,000 people.

Reality isn’t always a bad thing.   But I would have to think isolation is.    Because the reality of isolation that we saw today was not pretty.    Not pretty at all.

3 thoughts on “Alone In Age – Alone In Life – Alone In Home

  1. CBagney, as usual I am fighting sleep and making sure my baby is okay, so I read your entry. Every time we come across a person so alone, my heart breaks and I am ashamed of all of us (the world, the busy, self-absorbed world of us). My first reaction, which surprises me, is anger. Anger at….you name it…the hospital for not admitting her when she was there asking (begging, perhaps) for help…the neighbors, the adult children who have abandoned her, the church who forgot to reach out, the mailman who could have called us…you name it. I get angry.

    But my initial reaction is only my reaction because my heart falls into my stomach and I want to avoid fathoming that someone could be this alone in the world. Except for her cat. (We must also help the cat because her cat is her world). Alone in the world. I am terrified to think of an elderly person, a child, or an animal being alone in the world. I want to bring all of them home. I am afraid I would if not for that initial reaction of anger which keeps the terror at bay.

    You are not alone in your sadness and outrage that someone could be THIS alone. It’s why we do what we do. And there are more of her out there – right smack dab in this fair county of ours. We do what we do, and we make a dent.

    The most comfort we can find is knowing that no one is without Angels surrounding and protecting them. Know this, and know that now she will be okay.


  2. That is a sad reality. Makes me wonder though — shall we wait for the world to reach out to us or shall we reach out to the world?

    I thank God for you, for what you are doing to ease someone else’s burden every opportunity that you can. Huggs 🙂


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