In church today I saw an elderly couple. They looked happy. The man leaned on his wife and she seemed content to be his crutch. It was obvious that he had dementia. When they went up for communion, she had to urge him forward, whispering in his ear what he was suppose to do. He waited for her, while she received her communion. He looked lost as he looked down the aisle, but his smiled brightened when she took his elbow to lead him back to their seats.
Alone I sat there watching them. She was taking care of him, making sure that he was safe and that he knew his way back. Someone was there to guide them.
I wonder if I’ll have that crutch later in life. I wonder if I will ever find that someone who I can lean on, to lead me back home when I get lost. I hope that someone is out there and that they are also wondering about me.