I too remember the magic, but sometimes life sucks it all away, doesn’t it ? I wonder how many people really enjoy it though? Especially if there are no children in the mix who still believe in Santa. Because apart from the hard work and expense of it all, there is such a lot of pressure to be happy. And with everything else going on at the moment, that is becoming increasingly difficult. I’ll look at the houses of my neighbours. There is great jollity across the road, as a lady who lives on her own has her children visiting with their families, I don’t think there will be arguments, so they will enjoy it all, and they are Christians, so they will do church etc., Next is a very boring couple with an unmarried reclusive daughter, they have their garden festooned with lights, but once presents are exchanged, it will be the rest of the day watching television. Then we have an older lady who had a great relationship with another of the neighbours. Their respective spouses died years ago since then, and they got together and had spent all their time together. He died earlier in the year. To help her, her daughter sent their family dog to live with her, which raised her spirits enormously. Sadly, not only did the dog die a few weeks ago, the lady discovered she has ovarian cancer. She will have her family around her for Christmas, but her heart won’t be in it. The house which belonged to the man who died is now occupied by a young couple with a three year old, they have all their family still, and I reckon no money worries, so they will likely have a good time. As for me, I too looked after my parents, which is difficult and very draining, and I feel it did put a full stop on my life in some respects. I got out of the habit of seeing friends and going out, I now wonder where I got the energy. Then my daughter’s husband got into a lot of financial trouble behind her back. They had to come to live with me, but he got worse, and we sent him packing. So I have my daughter and my grandson, who is now a young man. He has flown the coop this year, gone to his girlfriend, so it is just my daughter and I. It will be a pretty mundane Christmas I suppose, and it is easy to wish for something exciting. I would have become very down about it in past years, but this year I am going to try to enjoy it. I am going to be lazy, sit about eating sweeties etc., I’ll try to find something watchable on television or read a book. Or come on here, because I know I will not be the only one in this boat. If. Christmas means nothing to us now really, in terms of Santa, or being a Christian, why should we not regard it as another day, with more treats? Though for me, Christmas is a Mardi Gras compared to bloody New Year. But I have that sorted, I go to bed early. I hated it as a child, and life has sent me reasons to hate it even more. This time of year is hellish for many, but in no time at all it will be over. And we still have Megsie Baby.
This is very common. Really the medics should inform the DVLA about situations like this, but I know that with some conditions, it is left to the individual to report themselves, which of course they don’t do. It is very worrying. My Dad had a stroke, very mild, but had he been driving at the time, it would have been awful. He wanted to keep driving, but he had never had any sort of accident in his car, so I said that if he were in an accident after the stroke, even if none of the blame was his, he would be held responsible. This made him think. And it actually happened to a friend of mine who has MS. He was at a junction pulling out, when a car jumped the lights and hit him. The police were called, and my friend found it very difficult to make them believe that the incident had nothing to do with his illness. He hasn’t driven since.
I have only just seen this. You realise I am a miserable old bugger
It most certainly will get easier, but being told that means nothing in the early days. I remember feeling that kicked in the stomach moment on waking, the feeling that I would not be able to live without him. Now I wonder what I was miserable about. Can we all wish him a life of constipation and piles , boils, athletes foot, scurvy ? Or what about sexual disjunction ? Would that help in any way?
Put on Puff The Magic Dragon, have a good cry, eat chocolate, and explore your memories. Enforced joy is no joy at all. One day you might feel that you can cope with it all, but till then, indulge yourself . I expect you can feel him beside you still, you had something very precious.
Ah, Chita, you are like me, I can always spin a good lie. It is less offensive that
duck Off.
Seriously, I try to sleep as much as I can, because it gives my brain a rest. And it is the oldest cliche, I know, but nothing lasts forever, it just seems that way. Try to fight each battle as it comes, try not to cave. Even one little success erodes the mass of problems Even if slow. You are as good as anyone else, and in the words of my old Bob Dylan, “If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself ”. To be perfectly honest, there is an answer to every problem in Old Bob’s lyrics. That man must have been through a great deal in his life
. If you don’t listen to him, give it a try.
