So many threads extend from our lives when we become a widow or a widower. Take yesterday when I couldn't get the riding mower to start. It wouldn't turn over even with the charger attached. When I was a couple, Dean took care of the machinery. Now I had to fry my brain to figure out how to test the battery (Auto shop said it was good) and then make sure the red was re-attached to the positive and the black to the negative. When I saw 2 of my neighbors jawing on the sidewalk, I told them my dilemma. Both are recent widowers.
They spent the next 3 hours tearing my John Deere apart. We all got grease on our hands. What a victory when it started and SHUT OFF as it should.
We forget ALL the mundane effects of being alone. Most importantly, we can under-estimate what joy in living we can garner out of the ashes, when one person takes the time to help another.
I frequently speak to various caregiver groups, and would love to see as many people as possible. Come share your stories with me and the rest of the group.
Just wanted to tell you about a new medical-help book... -- Mary Kuenzig - Hamilton Altrusa