What can lure a neighbor from California??? What is the madness? Please follow up, Dr. Geo.
I don't know, Joanne. Sometimes they follow their childrens' families, which I understand, but also seek a different pace of living or simply wander mindlessly away.
There's always sadness when neghbors (especially the good ones) move. At a certain age they move to the eternal place, and this is when sadness becomes painful.
Painful indeed, DUTA.
Leaving or being left behind is painful, extremely so. And promises to keep in touch usually stay sticky for only so long. So sorry, Geo.Eternally so is worse. Listen to The Parting Glass.
True, Susan. As I get older these partings affect me more keenly. Life,eh?
It is hard to lose friends; even more so when they are lost to madness of any kind. I hope a new friend enters your life to balance things out.
O_Jenny, thank you. I am happy to make new friends --mainly the online company of good minds like yours. But I also still have a few friends who live in the same region. There is some balance.
People are always moving but it is so much harder now. I know it is forever.
I know, Arleen. Doesn't seem fair, does it? At this age, I've lost a lot of people without whom the world makes less sense. Keep writing.
This poem makes me sad.
I was emerging from a minor funk when I wrote it, Rick. Guess some residue remained.
There were two funerals this week. I was not in a position or place to go to either. But hey, I am sure more are on the way. The eyes have it.
My condolences, Jono. I have had too many loved ones leave because they couldn't help it. Some return gently in dreams. Their effects upon our minds remain. We wake with tears but are somehow stabilized as well.
It is strange how people can drift away from your life, I notice this while reading old diaries.
I notice likewise, dear Jenny. How dare my kith and kin go off and leave me short of kith? I suppose one's true relatives are scattered across the universe and seldom, if ever, number among one's kin --but that don't help with kith.
"We're all mad here."
But improving, I hope.