Sometimes memories reappear right ‘out of the blue’ don’t they? Tonight I’ve been thinking of an elderly neighbour, widowed for 40 years or more, someone who hardly ever left her home, a person who would speak of her aloneness as having become an ‘absolute’ in her life, who nevertheless baked a tray of biscuits every week – ‘in case I have visitors.’ Mrs E died in the mid-1970’s but, as my brother and I reflected last evening, when we spoke of another friend of long ago: ‘remembered, she still lives!’
wind in my wheels 🌱 