When I was a kid, I had all the time in the world to do all of the stuff I wasn't old enough to do yet.

Then I grew up and got a job so I could afford to do all of the stuff I no longer had the time to do.

Now I am retired. I've got all the time in the world to do all of the stuff I can't do anymore even if I had the money. Plus, I am old enough to know better.

Friday, February 26, 2021

My Life as a Widow with Parkinson's

My Life as a Widow with Parkinsons

This is a blog entry that I've been trying to write for more than a year now. I usually get about this far, and then I run out of Kleenex. But I think I need to finish it and get it posted.

Friends keep asking how I am doing, selling my house, downsizing to fit into a bachelor suite, and living on my own - I have to tell you - I am not coping well. I am having little pity parties for myself, and creating biohazard waste zones with my soggy Kleenexes.

For 30 years, Derek was literally my guide, because I am geographically challenged, and no matter how many times I have been somewhere, I can't give directions or get there by myself. There are no maps in my head. Derek had maps in his brain. Lots. He never got lost.

(Originally written in October of 2018, with frequent attempt to polish and post, finally posting raw and unedited only two and a half years later. Hey, maybe I will actually finish editing and publish that autobiography I started writing around 2002 or 2003. It could happen.)