A friend of mine called the other day. His mother passed away unexpectedly. Needless to say, he needed an ear, and I was there for him. With every passing year, I recognize my own mortality, and that of my parents. I'm lucky, they're still healthy .... but no one's getting any younger, including me.
I dread the thought of growing older. Not because I can't handle the eventuality of old age. Frankly, I'm just not thrilled about doing it alone. When I talked to my best friend, he said "You're not alone. Yeah, I'm not all alone in the way of not having anyone to talk things over with. My best friend is there for me every day. We chat and txt every day, but its not the same as sharing, being together, having someone to hug you when you really need a hug.
And some days, I really really really need a real hug. or two.
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