I work as a therapist with the frail and sick in home health. I see them in their space. I see how they live. I see their solitude. I see their eyes light up when I am at the door, and the sadness when our time comes to an end. Some have support of family and friends... some are forgotten... Some watch quietly from their windows as life quickly passes by. They miss their children, meaning the time of when their children were small. Life changed so quickly and now those tiny tots have their own grandchildren. They think about battle on the front lines. They daydream of their departed spouses waiting on them at heaven's gates, remembering good times with good friends who have also gone too soon. They have slowly and steadily watched their world grow smaller and smaller. They don't drive. They have mourned the loss of their independence piece by piece. They are now are dependent on others for food, to pay bills, pick up medicines, to bathe them and sometimes even to use the toilet. These are the people that inspired Coffee Without Walls.