The Heart of the village.The loneliness of our elders

The loneliness of our Seniors Each wrinkle on a weathered face tells a profound story. A story of Harvest gathered, a child raised, or a storm weathered . But when there is no one to listen , those stories begin to fade like old photographs left too long in the sun To the elderly on the island in solitude, today is yours; tomorrow is mines My prayers are with you. God loves you as we continue to evangelize