In just over three months it will be ten years since Ray died. I sometimes wonder what happened along the way. I lived. I worked around the house, in the community in various roles and I got ten years older. I didn't move from my house so the neighborhood changes and I watch the changes. The kids next door seem
Iike part of my family and I get included in some of their celebrations. My real family I see little of though Trev and Alice still come for a week of every school holiday and I see my daughter maybe four or five times a year , my son's family in Adelaide not at all since Covid began. I really miss them.
Over the last four years I've had four major operations but I am still relatively well. I have a friendship that has developed over the years so I speak to Peter every second night on Messenger and we visit each other for birthdays and special occasions. But there is no thought of living together or marriage at our age. He lives seven hours by train away from here and we both have our community involvement to keep us busy. It is at least someone else who cares in a world where so few do.
I guess at my age I am philosophical about life. Some of my contemporaries have died including my best friend, who died two years ago. I have many pleasant acquaintances and a handful of people I call friends and that has to do. I know I am lucky to be alive myself. I still go to church, to Lions and out to morning tea or lunch with friends on special occasions. It is a quieter life since Covid but there is still a lot of things I enjoy doing.
I hope all the friends I made on here over those caring years are doing as well as I am. Cherish the good times friends and move on, life might be slower but it is still good for me and I hope it is for you.
