My mom passed away last week at the age of 89. And though she was blind for many years, at the age of 89 she could hear you walking into a room, hear a conversation two rooms away and tell u where something fell and find it.
Though we expect our parents to die, the reality of it all just blows u away after sitting shiva (the seven days of mourning in Judaism after the death of a parent). I know this is going to sound crazy but after several days, I stopped trying to hear what people were saying. I was actually glad to have a hearing problem. Without a doubt, some people mean well but there are those who mean well too but just don’t stop talking. They love to hear themselves speak or they are just uncomfortable with the whole process that they can’t stop speaking.
The one thing that amazed me was meeting so many people who had deaf or hearing impaired children or parents. Suddenly, I became Miss Popularity with one of my brothers in his showing off his little sister who had a hearing loss and works in the field of deafness. Death has a funny way of bringing people together as does being part of any culture. It’s truly a small world out there. Live it, love it and learn from it.