Tuesday, September 2, 2008

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Andrew, the Pharmacist, at the store where we get Florence's drugs.

Sometimes he is the only person someone will talk to all day, that someone being an elderly person who doesn't have any kids or doesn't have any kids like me and my sister, Louise. He's it -- the guy behind the counter trying to make sure medicine is taken right and instructions are understood before that senior citizen hobbles back into a home no longer shared and a life no longer visible.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You know, this is a good point. I live in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I'm surrounded by old Italian ladies. Some of them have outlived their families, their husbands.Some are so alone. Everyday I reach out them, take time to have a chat. Everyday I try to let them know that I'm there in case of an emergency.

I lived in Ireland for 4 years before coming back home. There are no ageists there. Here, we are full of ageism. Young people who aren't related just don't seem to care.