Joyce: (PA--grandma):
Thanks for the nice note.
Have been enjoying the Smilers. I need the rest.
Those were difficult years, but it was actually 29 bad years. You had 35 years of a good marriage? For me, that's difficult to believe.
You're right. I'm not alone. I do have my dog. She's right beside me even as type. We'll be taking a walk later today. She and I are both looking forward to it, getting out of the house.
I've always loved dogs. Have two pictures of me at 2, squatting down and petting a dog (ours?) that was laying down in our front yard, showing I've always been attracted to dogs.
At 4 1/2 when I decided to go see my dad at work, my dog went with me, and he got across a busy road barking at some chickens and I'm calling "Chipper, Chipper," cause I can't even get across the road myself.
A lady stopped her car,
opened the passenger side door, and said, "Get in!"
I got in and she said, "Where do you live?!" I pointed to the roads she should take, and she took me to my front door and knocked.
My mother
opened the door and said, "I didn't even know he was gone."
I tell you what, if you survived childhood in my family, you were going to be some kinda tough.
Also, by that lady stopping and helping, shows you don't have to wait until tragedy starts.
You can put the clues together, figure out what's going to happen if this pattern continues, and step in and prevent it. This lady did. Hundreds of others passed it by. Talk about
appreciating as an adult what she did.
I've had a dog ever since. I've got one right now sitting five feet from me. I've always had a dog.
Fifty three years. In thought it was up there, but I didn't think it could be that much.
Now that you're single, are a senior citizen and have emotional problems (depression), you've got to watch out for those scam calls. You're now in a different league than you were when your husband was alive.
Your furniture is the same, your house is the same, but your number has drifted down to 1, the lowest possible. Meaning you're the most vulnerable to certain types.
You've got a car, might have a little money laying around the house or in a bank account, you're perceived differently by certain types. It's no longer "the Jones live down the street," it's this "elderly lady lives by herself."
Uh, oh. The "Jones" is plural. "Elderly woman lives down the street" is singular. One has a man, one does not. One has backup, one does not. Word will get around.
"Knock, knock, knock" on the door sounds different when you live alone than it does if you have someone else living with you.
Post Edited (Tim Tam) : 11/1/2016 10:24:03 AM (GMT-6)