I met a friend in the grocery store, pushing our carts down the ice cream aisle. I decided, after listening to her talk about her spouse, that she and I were living each others lives. Only, because
of this Blog, my life is out for everyone to see. She is more private. That works for both of us. With the exception that I , because of my openness ,give people who want to be helpful, an opportunity to help me. And I appreciate it. She holds
her needs close and people don't know to offer help. People would. In a heartbeat. Some one that I know, only through our congregation, died last week. I couldn't believe it. I checked my messages. She had sent me a message just two weeks ago, asking
if there was anything that I needed. That is who we all are. We help each other because we are all we have. Most of us came here to retire. Getting older and sicker are the by products. It's not a weakness to let people know that you are worried or need
help. We all get to that same place at different times. We all handle the need differently. That's fine, but remember, we are here . Unconditionally.