I am fairly uninspired this morning, but I have a thought I would like to share. My mother passed away in August and then I quickly decided to take control of my life which included leaving a bad marriage. At the end of October my dear friend, who is twice my age (exactly), lost her husband. We both loved these people more than is imaginable and they both suffered for years from illnesses that were slowly claiming their lives.
My friend lives about 30 minutes from me. Every Friday I pack a bag and drive to her house and spend the weekend with her. I still venture out to my scheduled things, like a few hours of work on Saturdays and church on Sundays, but I am returning home to her house and we have breakfast and dinner together all the way until I leave on Monday morning for work. We watch movies and talk and we keep each other company during this time in our lives, which some might call lonely.
It is my little slice of happiness and all of it came about because we lost the ones we loved. I wrote a poem once when I was much younger it goes:
Alas the world is full of change and with it will come,
Love and Hate,
Happiness and Sorrow
Joy and Grief
No where where life is worth living does the world stop changing.
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