There's something so sad to me about an elderly lady living alone. My heart breaks at the thought. Life is so fleeting, and to be nearing the end and without a companion makes me so sad. This reminds me of Jeannie, another customer who was taken a very strong liking to me who I suspect is also alone. She calls and chats with me about every day things (for an abnormally long amount of time if I do not interject), but I just cannot bear to interrupt her sometimes when I imagine her so desperate for a friend.
Maybe I am too "soft" as my boss would say. But if I can be a little ray of sunshine in these ladies lives, how can I turn away? Delia was in the other day. I asked how she was doing (ill, sadly), told her it was nice to see her, and found her a seat.