I moved house yesterday. This was the house where I lived with my late dh and where he suddenly passed 5 years ago.
I disposed of most if the furniture (via British Heart Foubdation who rejected most of the items because of sometimes minimal wear). It was an exhausting and emotional day.
This morning, I am reflecting on the fact that my neighbours either side never offered me a tea or said their goodbyes. I've always been pleasant to them, but maybe they don't feel comfortable dealing with widows.
My daughter just asked how it went via text at the end of the day, as she was away with her in-laws and family. Not heard from my son yet.
If it hadn't been for the comfort of my dear beloved Spaniel, I don't know how I would have coped.
Seeing how the neighbours treated me by their absence and silence, I'm relieved to be away from there and start a new life. I have lovely friends (one who was in contact throughout the day) and a full life with my painting and sometimes bridge games. Life certainly teaches us lesso s!
What decade were your grandparents born?



