This Time of Year
Is always very hard for me. Saturday I will try to keep busy and keep my mind off the fact that it's been 23 years since Shann died.
You know people say it's so nice to be alone, to have quiet. It's not so nice when it's all you have. Imagine spending the rest of your life with no one to talk to once you get home unless it's on the phone. Silence unless the tv or music is on. Never having anyone to say, "good night" or "good morning" to. No one to hug. No one to hug you. Nobody to ask if you're OK or how your day went or what you'd like for dinner. It's not so bad until you get home.
So the next time you think about how nice it would be to not have all that stuff going on around you, remember that there are people out there who might like to have some of that once in a while.
Sometimes it truly stinks to grow old alone.
You know people say it's so nice to be alone, to have quiet. It's not so nice when it's all you have. Imagine spending the rest of your life with no one to talk to once you get home unless it's on the phone. Silence unless the tv or music is on. Never having anyone to say, "good night" or "good morning" to. No one to hug. No one to hug you. Nobody to ask if you're OK or how your day went or what you'd like for dinner. It's not so bad until you get home.
So the next time you think about how nice it would be to not have all that stuff going on around you, remember that there are people out there who might like to have some of that once in a while.
Sometimes it truly stinks to grow old alone.
posted by The Mutant Penguin Herself @ 6:43 AM
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