A few days ago when I expressed some kind words to her, she brushed them off with haste, teasing me in characteristic, true-to-her-nature style. And she's been fretting about it ever since.
It never occured to me that V has difficulty accepting compliments or gestures of kindness, nor that this character trait disturbs her. "Did I even say thank you?", she wondered, in a barely inaudible query.
One never knows what heaviness might be leaning upon the heart of another, or what resides behind their eyes. The courage to pick up the phone and bring this thing- this burdensome weight- forward into the light, is not lost on me. At 87; still seeking, reaching, evolving. A role model for me, and I told her so.