The Loneliness Series

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His name is Ted, and this post is about a moment in his life and mine.

My dog turned left instead of right when we reached the end of the driveway one morning, and I followed along. It was early morning, not even 7 a.m., on an ordinary summer weekday. We had been walking for about four minutes, maybe five, when I saw a man of advanced years standing in the middle of the road.

Despite the lack of caffeine in my system, my elder law brain kicked in and I started to assess the situation before me. This man seemed calm, not in distress, not lost. He was dressed appropriately for the hot weather; his clothes were clean and pressed. He didn’t appear disoriented. He was just standing there, alone, in the middle of the road.

He lit up with a big smile when he saw my rather large Rhodesian ridgeback walking toward him, towing me along. We introduced ourselves and he told me his name was Ted.

He asked how old my dog was, and I told him that she just turned 10. Ted was petting her soft ears and looking into her big expressive eyes and he said “she’s just like me, waking up every day and not knowing why she’s still alive.”

Ted began to tell me about himself as we stood there. He told me he is 101 years old. I told him he didn’t look a day over 75, and he smiled.

I asked if he lived nearby and he pointed out his home, about a block away. We turned and started to walk toward his house together. He told me his wife had died 6 months earlier; she was 98 and had suffered from dementia. Ted said he had hoped she would die before him because he knew she’d be placed in a nursing home if he wasn’t there to care for her. He had tears in his eyes as he talked about his wife. Ted touched the silver crucifix hanging from a thin chain around his neck on the outside his short sleeve shirt. Ted told me that his wife was wearing it when she died, so he wears it every day to keep her close. I looked him in the eyes and said I thought that was a beautiful way to keep her love with him.

When I asked if someone checked in on him each day, he told me about his daughter, apparently she lives nearby and raises horses. He told me that his friends are all dead. He still drives his car, but only to the grocery store. He has nowhere else to go, no one else to visit.

He said that his life was a series of ups and downs and he’s trying to make sense of it all. I said, “I think that’s why we call this life a journey, Ted.” He stopped walking, looked at me and smiled and nodded his head. A journey, that’s a good word to describe life he said.

We arrived at his doorstep all too soon. I could tell he didn’t want to go inside, but he was tired and needed to be back in the cool air conditioning of his home as the morning air was humid and getting hotter.

As we were parting, I suggested to Ted that he had experienced a rare gift in this life because he had known a deep and abiding love with his wife, in a marriage that spanned more than 70 years. That their love had endured through all of those ups and downs in their journey together. He smiled at that observation. I suggested that maybe he could think about that during the day, in the hopes that by remembering the bliss and strength of their love he could face one more day without her.

I have spent months researching the widespread feelings of loneliness in elders around the world. I was curious to know if people of a certain age (over 70) are feeling left behind, left out, or marginalized in our communities if they are unable to manage the technology necessary today to keep up with new forms of communication. With the advent of whole conversations being conducted over email and text messaging, and Twitter, Facebook and Instagram allowing us to post and share every moment of our everyday lives, I wondered whether elders are getting more social and community interaction or less.

In my quest for information on loneliness, I’ve read studies from prominent scholars, and brilliant essays by well-respected journalists. After all that reading, I was truly surprised by the results of the studies.

Loneliness and feeling left out or marginalized in society is not just the plight of elders who cannot manage technology as their form of communication. Researchers have found that people from 18 years of age onward report feelings of loneliness. So in spite of the ever expanding communication technology being created for and adopted at the speed of light by younger generations, loneliness at every decade of life from young twenty-somethings onward is now at an epidemic level, everywhere.

This research also indicates that any communication that occurs via an electronic medium (Facebook, Twitter, email, texting) is only 50% as satisfying as conversations we have face to face with other human beings. I find that fascinating, and yet not surprising. I can read all of these studies and reports, but, in the end, writing this series of posts on loneliness by summarizing the data, well, it’s just not enough for me.

I suggest that what we all need to do, in every generation, is to start talking about how we can BE the answer to Ted’s question – “why am I still alive?” Because that question plagues us at every age, if the studies are right. And those of us now in our 40s and 50s are likely to become just like Ted: we’ll live to well over 100 years of age, and it’s likely that we’ll able to live independently. But will those long lives have a purpose to each day? And without face to face human interaction on a routine basis, it seems we won’t do well.

Ted is my new hero. He’s brave to live alone at an advanced age. He leaves his house early in the day in the hopes of having a chance to talk with another human being, if only for a few minutes of that long day. Putting himself out there in public like that has to take a tremendous amount of courage on his part. And he puts his feelings and thoughts right out there, no masks, no games, he speaks what is on his heart without hesitation.

I hope you will continue to read the other posts in this series on loneliness. And I invite you to leave your comments and thoughts on how you are working to stay connected, relevant, involved within your community, family, and circle of friends as you age. And I promise, there will be more on Ted’s story because he’s now on my radar screen as a neighbor to check in with from time to time.



  1. This is a lovely story. Unfortunately all so true. My Mom is 95 and often mentions her family has passed and her friends. I love her greatly and wish I knew what else to do. I call, visit weekly and love her tremendously. She is still in fairly good health and wishes she could do more. She too lives alone and is about 15 miles away. Because of my health, I can only visit about once a week.
    Thank you for your insights. It helps to know I am not alone in my struggles.

  2. Hi Susan, thank you for sharing your story with us. This situation is hard, and likely to get even more challenging as we human beings are living longer than ever and in good health. Have you thought of hiring a companion for your Mom, someone who would take her grocery shopping, or out to a movie, or to get her nails done? If that’s an option that is affordable, that may help you Mom be more engaged in her community and help you feel more secure that your Mom is having good quality days. I suggest you look for companion services in your local area – check references carefully – and see if that might work? I know of an elder who hires a companion to go on day trips with her that are hosted by the local aging council because she feels too frail to do day trips without a dedicated companion to help her. Just some thoughts – best wishes to you and your Mom.

    1. Thanks Paula, but she has 2 girls she pays to help her with the house, doctor appt & the grocery store! I basically listen and pay her bills. She was somewhat of a traveler when her sisters were alive, but not so much now. She just likes me to drive her around & where people lived long ago, but are dead now. It takes the patience, but I am hanging in there!

  3. Thank you for this post! I agree wholeheartedly that the elderly are marginalized in society as a burden to some, and less valuable than younger people to others. I believe they should be respected and paid much more attention. That is why, although I live and go to school in an area where strangers don’t usually spark up conversations with one another, when an elderly person starts talking to me out of the blue, I have no hesitation in engaging in conversation for as long as I have time to, just as if they were a friend. I go out to greet my very elderly neighbor when I see her walking her dog (God bless) and I give her a hug. I call her during bad weather to see if she needs anything. Elderly people in our communities should receive extra support. There is a developmental theory positing that just as elderly people need culture more, their abilities to utilize culture (including technology) decrease in some ways. I believe that community outreach to elderly people should increase to help bridge the gap. Maybe it would help us all feel a little less lonely.

    1. Thank you Nicole, that is an excellent observation (outreach of community/caring to elders is needed more in our world) but unfortunately it has to be balanced with elders feeling safe to engage with strangers. But it sounds like you are making real difference in your neighborhood – I’m sure your elderly neighbor is grateful for your concern and attention, especially in bad weather. I hope you’ll stay tuned to this blog as I have an new post coming out in this series (finally!) about an EPIC love story between two elders. Should be out soon! Thank you again for your outgoing spirit and devotion to creating community to be inclusive of elders.

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