If I really think about life, not much of it makes sense. You grow up, get married, start living with someone almost 24/7 that you really don’t know that well til you’ve lived with them 24/7. Some make it til death do us part; some don’t.
You have children. You may raise them all close to the exact same way. Some turn out great, some . . not so great. But, as parents, we spend a huge part of our lives and resources raising children, who often grow up and have little contact with parents. Sometimes it’s because jobs take them far away, most often they have families of their own and are busy. I’m not complaining about mine . . I have to keep telling him . . NO! Don’t come yet. I’m not socializing til COVID is better.
Thursday night there was a horrible car crash not too far from us. A 23 year old young lady, an amazing person by all accounts, lost her life. Last night I learned that her inlaws live about two houses down from us . . kinda behind us and there are two houses I see but I’m not sure which one is their house. Doesn’t matter . . that young lady’s family is all hurting.
Last night a friend wrote that she had received a letter from her cousin who is nearly 100, a WW2 vet with no children. He’s recently had to go into assisted living, mainly to stay with his wife. He told my friend that she can write him in “prison” if she would like so she asked if any of her friends would like to send him a card and she was inundated with requests for his address. I have a card in the mail box now and found this little pillow I’m going to stitch and send him. It will be about 4 x 4 and even if he has no room to keep it, I’m hoping it makes him happy when he receives it and that’s enough for me.
In the last couple of days, right here in my “circle”, a young person with so much life ahead of her, had her life taken. An elderly veteran is very unhappy with his circumstances.
I keep telling Vince . . we never know how much time we have left. I hate wasting days being apart. Mostly I hate nights with no one to snuggle with.
I’ll end on a funny story. My friend’s dad was 91. Remember I told you it was near the end for him and he passed away last week. The funny part comes later.
His wife passed away . . I’m going to say two months ago but I could be wrong. Oh, good grief . . not only can I no longer do math but my timing is way off. She passed away in August, 2020. Anyway, a “lady” had been hanging around my friend’s dad so his grandson talked to him about getting into another relationship. Seems the woman was talking about marriage and had admitted it was for financial reasons. My friend’s son, who is an amazing fellow, was talking to his grandpa about not doing something stupid and the old guy said “I just need someone to keep me warm.”
Sometimes I think that’s what I want to tell Vince . . I need you here to keep me warm! 🙂 I know exactly what his response would be . . close the bedroom window when the temp drops below 30 degrees.