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The Gathering
When I am old and alone, if that’s how it turns out, one of the things I will miss most is the gathering at night.
The kitchen light
People talking over each other
Plates set and cleared
I wonder what will mark the close of the day without a gathering. With whom will I gather? I will have to gather myself.
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Photo is of the Mary Nohl House in Fox Point, Wisconsin
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I am finding it sobering and difficult to think about what the future may bring when I know that my body will continue to deteriorate and my social circle will undoubtedly shrink. I am doing what I can to structure my life in ways that will meet my needs in the future, but…
I do think you will always be part of a gathering. That’s just part of who you are, Jan. You do love people, and you appreciate your loved ones. But. Even if it happens that one day you are on your own, your memories will be present.
Not gathering in the evening will be a big adjustment. May it be many years from now.
It occurred to me last night driving along Lake Drive at dinnertime. The lights in the people’s kitchens. I’m going to appreciate it more while I have it.
This is the joy of electronics. You can gather with others who are not in the same kitchen or even in the same state, or time zone.