DH has been seriously ill for awhile and passed last week. I have had talks with friends who are widows, friends who have cared for elderly parents (as did I prior to their deaths,) family, my psychiatrist, etc. I had posted awhile ago about a life-long friend who lost her dad and brother in the past but is single and never had to take care of anyone but herself. I dreaded her conversations even during my husband’s illness because she’d listen briefly to my challenges , say she didn’t know what to say, and then proceed to go on about stuff in her life. Or she’d say things like we have to do something to cheer us up when the virus is over or when things improve, etc. Well things won’t improve for me anytime quickly and I’m sick of hearing her say that she doesn’t know what to say now that he’s gone and she talks about what “we” need. She knew DH longer than I did because we all grew up in the same town. I told her and other folks when I felt he was failing that they’d better come to see him before the opportunity to do so ended - she never did. She calls me but i dread talking to her at this point and I’m not sure why. What do you think?
Good Morning Sunday 26th April 2926
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