This morning I met a widow in our development, recently bereft of her husband and son, and I chatted with her awhile. She is notorious for resorting to racy language when irritated, so I was careful to be civil. She expressed a longing to see her husband again, and confessed, as so many of us do, a hope in the afterlife. That one sentence established her friendship with me, and she is now a benefactor of my prayers.
I saw her children look after her, for she had a new, four-wheel walker (as do I, whose wife goes out of her way for me). Blessed be those who take care of the aged, for that is a difficult time span to connoiter. I returned to my domicile where I keep myself occupied with things like writing my blog.
Life keeps me busy with household chores, too, for I want to live up to my ambition to be of service to my wife for our remaining years. There’s no impetus like what we call The Word.