I truly have the best friends you could wish for. A couple that we considered really good friends, made contact with me, when they heard of Len’s death. Len was 87, and our friends, he is almost 90, and his wife about 5 years younger than her hubby. She phoned me last week, and invited me to lunch. I told her that I would get back, as Len’s family would be staying locally.
She called at the beginning of this week, and we made arrangements for today. My boxing with my trainer was earlier, at 9.30, and Zumba at 10.30. This gave me time to use the changing rooms at the gym, freshen myself up, and change. I hadn’t seen their new place, and I so enjoyed getting the tour. I know she loves flowers, but still not up to doing too much, so I took her Lavender essential oil. She was over the moon with it.
While dinner was cooking we chatted, and as she had been a nurse, I could let out what had been building for the past week or so. I knew that she would understand, and as I spoke of taking care of Len, the tears were rolling down my face, but that was okay. She is so gentle, and understanding. I really needed that, and not too many people would allow you to bear your soul.
Dinner was amazing. She cooked a turkey, stuffing, broccoli, potatoes, and gravy, with cranberry sauce. We had a bottle of good German wine, which I always enjoyed living in England. We dallied over dinner, and when dessert was mentioned, I said ‘Could I have mine to go;. They were surprised that I finished my meal, but I have always eaten nutritious food, and finish what I put on my plate.
As we all had had our vaccinations, we hugged Goodbye, and I have cheesecake for later.