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"Looking forward." Has PN taken that away from me, too?
Neuropathy | Last Active: Jun 30 12:56pm | Replies (75)Comment receiving replies
I like your idea of moving your time up for coffee based upon when you're feeling better! I don't think we mind, at least I don't, grammar or typos etc. because we're just chatting and know what you mean! It's good you have this friend! In my former work life many of my friends were people I worked with and most were out of state or out of the country. We stayed close initially but, as the years went on the calls and emails slowed down. My local good friends who I grew up with, all but one, passed away (way too young). My last buddy is now in the Vets home suffering with Parkinson's and dementia. I visit him when I can and he remembers me and all the trouble we got into throughout our years together. His wife will tell me later that he hasn't seen me in a long time. He was a marine in Viet Nam that was highly decorated, served two tours. A few years ago the PTSD became too much for his wife to handle but the Vets Home is close by and she visits him daily. I bring this up because all this gets me thinking I am what I am and that's what keeps me alive. You have a wonderful day also Ray! P.S. I hope your coffee "break" was enjoyable!!
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Hi, Mike. My friend agreed to morning coffees –– and a good thing, too! He drove and neither of us had a handicap tag with us, and, as my sour luck would have it, the coffee shop parking lot was a pothole nightmare. Anyone watching cross the parking would have guessed I was tiptoeing through an anti-personnel minefield. I like how you call it –– "my former work life" –– that's perfect! That's how it is for most folks: after retirement, work-life friendships last for a while but then fade. My experience was much the same, while slightly different. In the theater, friendships too often last only so long as the show you're all in, then everyone scatters. While you're together, however, those friendship can become insanely intense –– wild, too; tough for a guy like me who was trying to quit drinking. Today, with only one exception (an 87-year-old actor friend who not only still alive but still in Denver), all of my theater pals have either died, moved away, or not up for get-togethers. As for my Army buddies, only a few remained buddies very long after discharge, but they, too, are today either no longer alive, living on the far side of the US, or no longer interested in socializing. How many of my friends I have lost was driven home to me last December when I made my annual stop at the post office to purchase international stamps. Because of various circumstances, I once had several dozen good friends in Europe, the majority if them in Britain. In years past I need to buy a couple of books of international stamps. This past December, I needed only two, and one was for a Season's Greetings card for a friend I've not heard back from in recent years. I sent him a card anyway, because … well, because you never know. Thanks for your messages today, Mike! Time for supper. Time to shut down Mr. MacBook Pro. LOL –Ray (@ray666)