As you trod through life, friends, acquaintances and co-workers drift away. Even family members, busy on their own paths, can grow more distant.
You can’t truly recognize it until circumstances let you brush aside the frenetic 40-hour-plus workweek.
Sauntering through retirement, I’ve an opportunity to recall, reminisce and regret. Both time and timing have cost so many who once touched my heart.
Two of my three sons rarely, if ever, reply to inquiries. Grandkids who once celebrated their time with me now have school and work, drive cars and have girlfriends. My wife, despite a decade-long separation, still scowls. Close friends died or disappeared. Former co-workers I befriended have, too.
Even six of the senior cats I’ve rescued are gone. Pirate, the seventh, is now 17 and completely blind.
Oh, there are those who still sustain – the raptor team, my theater friends and a handful of stalwart pals. But here in my dotage, I’m lonelier.
But enough whining. I have my raptors, classes and theater projects. I’m not completely alone. Life is precious and to be savored.
Until it ends.
What a powerful piece. Thanks for sharing. Each day can bring a new surprise and leave behind the frustrations of the day before. Blessings for your journey.
I’m a big fan of your writing, sir. Thanks for making a difference in my life.
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