I used to tease my late husband that it took two seniors to make a functioning human being. We often played senior hide and seek—the game in which you put something away in a safe place, and then when you need it can’t find it. Now that he’s no longer my partner, I need an index card file to list the items and where they are hidden.
I relied on Glen at times when I became ill and needed help to get up off the floor or to be driven to the E.R. Fortunately, I can dial 911 and call for assistance as long as I have my cell phone charged and close by. But companionship is more than being helpful to one another. It’s healthy emotionally to have another person in the house to share thoughts and concerns, or to just sit in the same room and watch Netflix.
Years ago while living alone during our marriage adjustment, the walls in my home didn’t have ears; nor did they speak to me. It was lonely at times. However, I knew God was my constant companion, even though he couldn’t physically pick me up if I fell, but is as near as a 911 call through prayer.
I am grateful, Lord, that you are my constant companion. Amen.