sorry to be morbid but would like to say I spoke to a lovely friend on Saturday at 4.30pm (on her mobile and in hospital) and after being in hospital for a week she was waiting for an ambulance to take her home from hospital at 5.00 so I said - well I said I'll not keep you back.
I got an email yesterday to say that friend got home and sat in her armchair (she lived on her own) and died.
That's my 4th friend I have lost in 3 years, all with different dynamic personalities and I will miss her so much.
At this rate I won't have many friends left - in fact I would say I'm down to two now and one of those has had a heart attack about 3 years ago and can't get over it.
That's life JJ.the older you get, the nearer death is a certainty.
If you want a church packed at your funeral, then die young, as if you die in later years, the church will be almost empty.......all your friends will have died.
That's the worst part of ageing, losing your loved ones. I felt really old when I realised that everyone I knew when I was a child has died. (Not exactly true, I am sure that many of the people I was at school with are still alive but I don't know any of them now).
It's hard. I've lost friends over the years, some of them young; some a bit older. That's why we need to cherish our friends as we get older and be there for each other in the bad times as well as the good. Take care and look after yourself.
That's very sad, Jenny Joan. I'm sorry to hear you are feeling this kind of grief. It's hard when we lose friends.
I'm in the same position. In my 70s, and several friends of many years have died in the last couple of years. I'd say I am down now to maybe 3 or 4 friends, two of them I would call close friends.
I try to stay open to making new friends, or at least getting to know new people. It's not easy.
Your friend was lucky to have you to care about her.
I'm so sorry for your loss Jenny x........When i was younger (im 50 now) someone said to me at a funeral "you know you are getting old when you have to go to more funerals each year" and that really stuck with me x
I attended a friend’s funeral on Friday. Another friend I saw there looked like he wouldn’t be here much longer.
We tread this stage unsure whether our own appearance may be curtailed abruptly, and our farcical strutting terminated. Thus the curtain closes, and yet, a new play begins.