Maria

Maria doesn’t speak anymore. At times, her lips tremble and she utters sounds, but nothing that resembles comprehensible language.

Sometimes, as if in profound thought, she’ll walk by taking no notice of anyone. Where does she spend those trancelike moments she’s unable to share with those around her? What is she thinking about?

On the other hand, there are times she’ll stare intently at someone, smile broadly and go to give them a kiss. The staff has nicknamed her “Mémé Bisous” – “Mrs. Kisses".

There are many ways to communicate in this world. For instance, birds have chosen to sing – a beautiful choice. Maria has chosen to kiss.

When you think about it, isn’t that a beautiful and essential communication?

I think there is a lot to learn from someone like Maria in our sometimes awkward attempts to connect to each other.