COLUMN: Being alone is not the same as being lonely – Meadville Tribune

Posted: Published on April 20th, 2020

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My brother has seen a lot of birthdays in his sixty-plus years, but nothing quite like this one.

Actually, Joe has never seen a birthday. Soon after he was born two months early and tinier than the Tiny Tears doll I got that Christmas he was blinded by too much oxygen in an incubator that kept him alive.

Since then, he has spent every day in total darkness. And he has learned (the hard way, as he tends to be even more stubborn than blind) all sorts of lessons, such as how to blow out the candles on a birthday cake without singeing his nose hairs.

Joe also has cerebral palsy and needs leg braces and a walker to get around. Those needs slow him, but dont stop him from living life as he chooses. He takes cabs to buy groceries or eat out on occasion. He uses Dial-a-Ride for appointments. And he counts on a Life Alert button to get help if he needs it, like when he broke his ankle.

But birthdays are meant to be celebrated and shared. Due to the coronavirus quarantine, Joes latest birthday was the first he has ever spent alone.

He is not, of course, the only one. Countless individuals whether single, elderly, disabled, homeless or, worse, infected with the virus are in quarantine alone, with no one to comfort or care for them.

Joe would tell you he is blessed and thankful to have family and church friends and neighbors who check on him often to be sure hes all right and that he has all he needs.

I, too, am thankful he has all of that. I just wish he didnt spend his birthday alone.

Joe lives in South Carolina, where we grew up, 3,000 miles from California, where Ive spent most of my adult life. We keep in touch by phone.

Our older sister lives 30 miles from him. She doesnt like to drive anymore, but she offered to bring him to her house to celebrate his birthday.

I appreciated her offer, Joe said, but I didnt feel up to it. Its just easier to be at home.

Home, for most of us, is often the easiest and best place to be.

I wanted to send him a gift for his birthday a new Clemson hat (his favorite team) or a birthday cake. But packages tend to get stolen off his porch. And his apartment complexs office, where I can usually send him things safely, apparently was closed for the quarantine.

So when I phoned on his birthday, instead of a gift, Joe and I opened memories.

He recalled cakes our mother baked for him. I recalled candles that singed his nose hairs.

He remembered getting in fights at the school for the blind. I remembered picking him up to go home on weekends, how hed come hurrying out, swinging his cane almost as wide as his grin.

His happiest memories were the 10 years he spent with his wife, the love of his life, Tommie Jean. She, too, was blind. They went everywhere together, Joe leading with his cane, while she followed holding his hand. He lost her 15 years ago to cancer.

In that loss, Joe learned as we often do in losing someone we thought we could never live without that being alone is not the same as being lonely.

We cant always be with those we love. We are often kept apart by death or distance or disease. But we dont have to be in the same room together to know we love them and they love us.

When Joe was 7, he spent weeks in a hospital recovering from surgery that was supposed to help him walk. A nurse told my mother he fell asleep every night singing Love Lifted Me.

Love still lifts my brother. It lifts us, one and all, alone and together, in the brightest of moments and darkest of days.

Its the only thing that can.

Contactfreelance columnist Sharon Randall at P.O. Box416, Pacific Grove, CA 93950or randallbay@earthlink.net.

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