11/28/2016
PEAR representatives strive to enrich the lives of elderly people, working to get to know them personally, and often developing long-term relationships. We are able to respond to the changing needs of the elderly individual, tailoring activities to abilities and interests. PEAR feels so privileged to be a part of people's lives, and as part of the life cycle, to be a supportive and familiar face in times of illness or injury. PEAR is also used to hospice care and what it means to approach the end of life; there is no greater honor than to love and support someone in their last days. Whether it is reading, playing music, supporting family members, or sitting quietly, PEAR feels the weight of such an important time, and responds with love and compassion. Though we miss our clients and friends that have passed, we look back on the good times, and lives lived fully. We will always carry their memories with us, and we honor them by continuing to care and love as they would.
This Maya Angelou poem, When Great Trees Fall encompasses so much of how it really feels to lose someone you love. I read it often and work to be better:
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
― Maya Angelou