Recently, I noticed a flyer on a Senior Center bulletin board announcing the next meeting of “The Supper Club.” Each month, this group goes to a different restaurant in the area. The cost is about $25 per person including full dinner, tax and tip. But the pleasure of being at a “party” is immeasurable.
After my husband died, I began to eat “carry out dinners.” And I ate them alone, sitting on the couch in the den.
Then one night, while I was standing in a Mexican restaurant waiting for my order, the man asked if I wanted the meal for “carry out or eating in.” I looked around and thought, “I deserve to eat in this restaurant with others, even though my husband died.”
I said, “IN!” and then I sat down at a table. Other widows I’ve spoken to have had a similar experience. And they agreed that it felt so nice to finally sit down in a restaurant and eat supper again the way others do.
When I’m “eating in” a restaurant, I chew more slowly, I take smaller bites. I put down my fork and look around and sipped my drink. There is a sense of relaxation I don’t feel eating at home alone.
My widows group plans to participate in this Supper Club, and we thought every Senior Center should offer the same thing. Check and see if your neighborhood Senior Center does. If not, talk to the management and suggest it. You can determine any price point that suits your group.
That’s how important change comes about.Tags: grief, hope