I was sitting in a cafe writing the other day. As I sat there immersed in my work, an older age brother and sister walked in with their elderly mother. Their mother was assisted by a walker and the careful guiding and navigating of her ‘kids’. It took quite a bit of shuffling around to get the seating just right. The elderly mother was hard of hearing, as evidenced by the siblings’ loud, raised voices used when trying to communicate with her. The mother seemed out of it and not too fussed about what was going on.
Then the son took out a hearing aid, placed it in his mother’s ear, and a different woman emerged. It was almost like she came alive. Despite her frailty and not so working order her smile beamed across the cafe. Her laughter caught the ear of everyone around her. As I looked at her I could see the sparkle of life fully brilliant in her eyes. Nothing was stopping her from being herself. She may be in a run down vehicle but what was going on inside certainly had some puff left.