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  • the painter has a story for me today. it is a story about his wife who has parkinsons disease. it is the story of how he laments the fact that the woman of 50 years marriage has now become a distant stranger and has lost all desire to inhabit herself. she has given up. she goes to the specialist, he takes her there. she has put on 20kg's because all she eats is weetbix with lots of sugar and full cream milk, no fruit, no vegetables. we use to go camping he says. she use to be a good cook. i don't mean to complain. she doesn't want to do anything. the painter has a story to tell me today. he misses his wife, she is gone and doesn't want to come back. and he continues to paint even at the age of seventy six because work for him has become an escape, a mechanism to cope. work for him is still part of his identity and who he is. he takes pride in his work. he is proud of his painting. and today i thought no matter what age people are, they crave companionship and someone to share life with. someone to be present, to hear them, to listen to them. someone to remember who they are. someone willing to give them a smile and to acknowledge how they feel.
    the painter told me his story today.
    and i just listened...
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