I stopped going out after my best friend died. People told me I was depressed and I couldn’t see the point in life – until I started going to tea parties
People underestimate the power of small acts of kindness – particularly if,like me, you live on your own and don’t have any family. Having someone pop around with a pint of milk, and remember to give you a call once or twice a week makes the world of inequity to me. It’s the feeling of being cared approximately,thought of and listened to that is most valuable.
I never married or had children, so when my best friend Margie died, and I was at a complete loss. Margie and I did everything together. After her passing,the loneliness was unbearable. I used to treasure listening to classical music but with Margie gone, I stopped all that. I just couldn’t be bothered.
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Source: theguardian.com