Where does the time go? Here we are approaching another Christmas. I have been busy all year, with church activities, the Lions Club I have belonged to now for 23 years, and socialising with friends and family. I have plenty to do though doing it alone is not always fun. But there are still good times to be had. And a lot to be thankful fof.
I finally went out to visit my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter in Kalgoorlie Western Australia in April. This Christmas I am spending with my son Trevor and granddaughter Alice in Broken Hill. I am in reasonable health, both my brain surgeon and my oncologist have discharged me so my ongoing healing is in my own hands now. I'll see the physiotherapist once a year to keep an eye on the lymphoedema.
I hope my widowed friends are all well, finding plenty to do and living a fulfilling life. I know that does not happen to all but if you can find a balance in widowed life it does make a difference. I guess I am accepting the dysfunctions of old age somewhat philosophically, no other choice really. I am glad of a chance of an afternoon nap and a slower pace of life now.
By coincidence I will see two of my granddaughters this week,, Tori from Adelaide who is visiting her mother in a nearby suburb and Naomi from Kalgoorlie who is staying with me for a few days as she has been visiting with girlfriends for a week. Of course that makes me I a lucky Grandma. Then of course I may feel a tad lonely when this is over but life will be busy anyway with the run-up to Christmas.