I heard yesterday that a very dear friend had died this week. We met about 30 years ago when I joined her in a workplace. She took me under her wing, encouraged and supported. Her kindness, humour and downright common sense got me through some difficult times. She retired and left, enforced use of new technology just wasn't her 'thing'. Our friendship was never one of regular visits or outings, but I knew she was there and I hope she had the same sense about me. I was warmly welcomed whenever I called and introduced to most of her family. She never came to me, didn't drive and preferred to be visited rather than a visitor. I moved from the area and our face to face contact became a rarity. She didn't like to talk on the phone for long, phones were for a purpose, not a chat. No email or text potential so we sent cards, not just at Christmas and birthdays, and old fashioned letters. I think it was only when I heard she had died that I realised how important she had become to me. A mother figure (mine died a long while ago) and a totally non-judgemental presence. I am trying to rationalise the guilt that I didn't visit more, I didn't even know she was ill, she hadn't told me, so like her. I'm sad at her loss and even sadder than there is no-one close to me who knew her, so no-one to talk with about her who can relate to the sense of this lovely lady. I'm aware one of the blocks to more contact was taking on too much, not saying 'no', which of course relates to another thread. I hope her loss will let me think more about what really maters and focus on that. She did, and others benefitted greatly. I'm not sure why I'm writing this, other than a need to share something of a lovely lady. Thank you for listening.
Bonnie Blue the MSM should stop all reporting.
Young people ‘expected’ to engage with government's new work support plans.



