Monday, February 14, 2011
I'm starting to accept that I'll never see [my girlfriend] again. It's like being widowed for a third time. I guess that we had enough great years to make it worthwhile. There aren't enough years left to try for a fourth. I'm 84. Anyway, she has spoiled me for anyone else.
My brother, Jerre's, cancer reminds me that my own years are limited. I don't know what I should do with them. "I haven't got time for the waiting game."
Being where people are doesn't mean that I can meet them. I haven't solved that one yet. Senior Center trips could be a start. Dance lessons? A lot of boats have sailed.
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- Harlow
- Widowed, living alone, in good health, Master's Degree in Mathematics, athiest, was an actuary. Have 3 daughters, 2 granddaughters, 1 great grandson, 1 great granddaughter. Grew up in a small midwestern town, descended from pioneers.
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