Lura was 104 years old when we first met. At the time, I was working as a physical therapist in an assisted living facility and Lura’s room was across the hall. Lura seldom had a visitor, so I made an intentional effort to ask her questions about her life. I learned about Lura’s childhood, her late husband of 60 years, and that she had never had children of her own. Over the next three years, our friendship continued to grow as we shared our stories with each other. As I made time to listen to Lura, she began to trust…
