Visiting Mr. Wilson

While Louise and Jay are recovering from Covid, Louise asked us to publish one of her favorite columns. The Outlook wishes Louise and Jay a speedy recovery.

Today as I drove past a nursing home with beautiful crape myrtles blooming at the windows a memory came to me. Years ago, our church developed a program to “adopt” some people in nursing homes who had few friends or family to visit them.

My children were young. Jay was a toddler in my arms and Aaron and Paula were preteen and younger. I thought it would be a good experience so we signed up. On our first visit, the supervisor at the facility let us know that Mr. Wilson was not exactly fond of people. He seldom had visitors and didn’t interact with other residents. She pointed us down a hallway and said, “Good luck!”

She was absolutely right. The cranky gentleman was not pleased to see us. He wanted to know who we were and why we were there. Seemed reasonable. I explained. Made no sense to him. Why would anyone visit someone they didn’t know? Actually, I was beginning to wonder the same thing. U