In a nursing home where I volunteered for several years, I learned a lesson. One woman in her 90s often sat at a card table with three empty chairs. She spent hours there talking with imaginary people in the other chairs, stopping to listen and laugh at humorous responses. The chairs were always empty, but in her mind they were happily filled with long-gone family and friends.
I’m now 93, and not quite ready for the nursing home. However, I often yearn to stop watching endless TV ads, boring sitcoms and bothersome news. I’d rather sit, talk and laugh with dearly departed family and friends from those good old days.