If you could give one gift to our elders, what would it be?

This one question is significant in my life, probably more intensely now, but always important.  There is so much our elders truly need from us, and, as I come closer to joining the ranks of elders even while I care for my very elderlyl aunt, I understand more each day what truly matters in relationship.  The challenge is to answer with one gift.  The best I can reply is to give loving, attentive, listening presence. 

Yet I cannot leave the answer alone there.  I find there can be value in expanding my answer to define it as clearly as I am able.  Too often I believe we tend to use "love" or "loving" in the sense of the warm fuzzies that feel good to all of us.  To love, to be loving is so much more, and often it has very little to do with how one feels in the act of being loving, sharing love. 

To love in the context of my intent is best described by the Greek word agape.  Other words for love include filos, eros, etc.  All are very different in context and use. Agape is that choice to place the welfare of others ahead of one's personal desires and interests, to act in a manner that benefits the other to his/her highest good.  Agape involves the deepest respect for the other person to the point that there is no judgment, no expectation, no demand.  It becomes simple acceptance with genuine caring for the other person's good.  There is also the added consideration of respect involved.  Without respect for anothe person there cannot be agape. 

I look at all those words and I am not satisfied.  There is so much more - at least a million or more.  Those will have to do for now.

Our elders have lived longer, seen more, suffered more, given more simply by virtue of the fact they have had more time to do it all.  Our elders, just as those who are younger, deserve to be respected for being.  Each person has something to say, something to share.  Each person deserves the same loving acceptance.  Consequently, I think I will limit what I think every person with whom we have contact should have from us to those who are in their late time of life in the present, physical sense.

How often have some of us been guilty of being hurried and inattentive when one of our elders tells the same story we hear last week, last month, last year?  How often do any of us simply drop a card in the mail, write a short letter, pick up the telephone?  Most elders are not internet-savvy (except my 89-year-old mother who doesn't have access to the internet at the moment, though.)  Our elders understand and treasure the spoken and written words we share with them, even when we have to write much larger and more carefully so older eyes can read.  Or we must speak more slowly, clearly and loudly so older ears can hear.

I listen to my aunt and watch her as she is slowly transitioning away from life.  I listen to my mother when I call her every week.  I see and hear something that is almost inevitable and painful.  Mother is quite articulate and very much connected mentally.  She worked until she was 80 and now misses the daily stimulation of being with other people, doing useful things.  Now she lives alone in a small apartment in Tulsa and has little contact with others.  I call her once a week.  My "other brother" (my deceased sister's husband) takes her to the grocery store, to doctors appointments, out to lunch or dinner and generally does everything he can for her.  I have three brothers still present in life, one in Germany, one in Texas and one living about 40 miles or so from Mother.  The two who are more distant call or send one thing or another now and then.  Our elders need to know they are still important, still valuable, still needed.

Our elders need to be loved through our touch, hugs, holding their hands.  Our elders need us to listen without rushing them.  Our elders can best be gifted by our love in action.