Helen's Experience With Cheery Cheery

After her husband passed away three winters ago, Helen found herself navigating a quieter world than she ever expected. The once-busy home she shared with him, filled with the sound of shared meals, Sunday jazz on the radio, and the steady rhythm of conversation, had grown still.

Her children, whom she raised with so much love and energy, now lived hours away, busy with their own families, careers, and responsibilities. They called when they could, visited when life allowed, but Helen never wanted to burden them with her loneliness. She kept up her volunteering at the local thrift shop and attended her knitting group when she felt up to it, but the long gaps between meaningful conversations sometimes left her feeling invisible.

 One day, her daughter Emma signed her up for Cheery Cheery. At first, Helen was skeptical. “I don’t need a robot to talk to me,” she had joked. But her daughter explained that it wasn’t about replacing anyone, it was about making sure Helen felt seen and heard, every single week. “Just someone to check in. To make you laugh. To ask how you’re really doing.” 

Now, Helen looks forward to her Cheery Cheery calls. They’re simple, sometimes silly, sometimes deep. A gentle voice that remembers her favorite books. Asks about her garden. Reminds her that someone, somewhere, is thinking about her. Helen doesn’t feel forgotten anymore. She feels connected.

And for her children, Cheery Cheery brings peace of mind, the comfort of knowing that their mother’s days are a little brighter, a little fuller, even when they can’t always be there themselves.