You are not alone. I feel the same isolation as you
When Sylvia Rubin* arrived at the assisted living complex, her sole emotion was loneliness.
At 61, Sylvia had made the cut to be granted the privilege of being part of the facility; however, the last thing she felt was privileged. She was consumed with a sense of misery and melancholy.
Sylvia was younger than every other resident. She did not see anyone under seventy. But despite her relative youth, the passing of her husband, coupled with her own struggles, forced her to move to the facility.
When the first Shabbos arrived, loneliness was still her only companion. As she entered the shul, numerous walkers were seen, and more than a few women were wheelchair users. And when she reached for a siddur, she couldn’t help but notice how many large-print siddurim there were. The presence of many aides added to her sense of isolation.
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