Jennie is 96, she is almost blind in both her eyes, she says she sees me in outlines , in form only…but she has good ears…I meet her every morning , she came to my care, with low blood pressure….she has two small pipes taking oxygen fram a cylinder to her nostrils, she says she is ok with that, used to it now, and every morning when i see her i feel like combing her hair, she doesnt even know that her hair is not combed, she has no wish for a mirror anymore....but she has seen it all, all those 96 years , i see in her eyes and still the eyes are ready for anything new, alive....we shared , she would talk about the war of turkey and iran and how her fathers had to suffer from turks….and sometimes she said how wild she lived her life , she fell in love with a musician in her 90’s and then quit smoking after 60 years of smoking…..once she asked me if I had children , I said I wasn’t even married, first she said good, then she added , learn to swim first before you jump into the river…it was a strong statement….but I have always wondered where the river starts and where it ends in this short life, it is always flowing and we catch it in between….it was a torture but I had to say goodbye to her, and even arrange papers for her discharge to some assisted living homes, she said she hated being alone and I said she is so jolly, she will make new friends there….i felt a strong wind inside me as I was saying her this, I saw myself there , alone, all the people whe were with me either died or went far away, or were in some similar homes themselves….Jennie would leave soon , go back to her assisted living facility, where she would look back at her life and wonder where all the years go , and ask herself, will they come back …..but I met her now, and she is beautiful, I see life in her, I still see hope in her, hope to live and to enjoy senses , when she eats, when she listens to the music in this small disc player by her bed, when she speaks about her love life, she is full of life as much as I do……
