“I’m now convinced that Twitter is part of the spiritual evolution of our species. Its growth corresponds to the accelerating spread of a global consciousness, one in which…we are increasingly in touch with our sense of ‘oneness’ with others.” “The Spiritual Importance of Twitter,” Stephan Dinan
I started thinking of the oldies I had served in the last two years of my career. Sitting alone, in their dark and hollow homes.
Of Edna, tears in her eyes as she showed me the mobile phone her son had sent her that she couldn’t understand or use with arthritic hands.
But he wanted her to learn. It was his answer when she wrote him asking if he had time to come up and visit as it had been over a year. It was a two hour drive but he was “so successful” but “worked so hard” for that success that he bought mum the mobile so she could text him.
Of Harry, showing me the email from his son from the new fangled computer he’d come down and set up for Harry the previous year.
“Now he’s done that he doesn’t visit at all” Harry wasn’t complaining, just saying. But there were tears in his eyes.
Bev, whose daughter thought if Bev would just move out of her home ‘way out there’ then she’d get reception and could text her instead of nagging her to visit.
My son, a tech expert at fourteen, will certainly always be better connected to his friends than I ever was. The local phone was all that was available and spare change was a rarity. Now we have email mobile, face book da da da.
But let’s remember the oldies. I have seen too many with tears in their eyes, lips quivering, despite their efforts to show fortitude.
I knew what Edna really wanted was to let her eyes soak in her sons face…a face she’s known and loved since first it graced this planet.
To let her hands clasp his and his hers as they did when they first met.
To hug him and smell him for no smell is dearer to her or provokes more loving memories than that of her boy.
Our oldies need the old fashioned kind of connection. You know. Knocking on the door. Smiling, touching, eyes connecting, hugging. We might find we enjoy it too!
Please don’t forget your oldies…cheers…Leesa