We are really good at forgetting people and things. Perhaps it’s busyness, age, the beginning of dementia? Who knows.
During the past 2 years when everyone has kept to themselves, there are people who’ve been forgotten.
One thing the elders where I worship and work do well is check on members. They get reports daily. They ask and call.
I’ve seen their hearts. I know they care.
My mom will be 93 in July. It’s hard to see and hear her feebleness. She hasn’t been to worship in over 2 years.
She’s not gone but she has been forgotten. Not many people, especially from where she used to worship and is still a member, have checked on her or stopped to see her. Perhaps only a handful. I realize Covid put a dent in our visiting each other, but the homebound have been forgotten in some cases.
Don’t forget them. It doesn’t take much effort to take them a meal, make a phone call or even send them a card. They are lonely and depressed.
Don’t forget. They aren’t gone yet.
