Except for the TV. Silence.
On warmer days a walk.
On return, check the answering machine. No calls.
Last sibling, in another state, died.
No one to check in with.
After initial condolences–nothing. No cards, no phone calls.
Pick up the phone, can’t call, not there anymore.
5 degrees out. Two small rooms. Too cold to venture forth.
Later in a big, bright, welcoming, safe space, a timid mention of no calls on the answering machine, or any ringing of the telephone at all. The defining and deafening stillness. The numbing fear that results.
Someone listens and hears about whispers of a chilling emptiness, talks to someone else, and the telephone starts to ring once a day. “Telephone Reassurance” program initiated by a Senior Center.
Something to look forward to.