We (and now I), have lived in our home from the day Peter carried me over the threshold in 1967
53 wonderful years ago. A couple of our original neighbours are still here, one or two passed away, but the ones that remained decided to downsize as their children fled the nest and they were left in a massive home that once housed a large family. We that are left are all rattling round our homes that are meant for large families but we hate to move because of the area, it is so quiet and tranquil with a park on our doorstep, but the ones that are left, who still have their husbands and wives, are now talking of putting their homes up for sale due to being infirm or finding it difficult to manage their homes and gardens or wanting to sell up and start to travel in their old age.
Today I kissed goodbye to a couple we had known for 40 years as they too are downsizing and I just burst into tears. It is once again the end of an era, before long I will be the last woman standing as I know my next door neighbours of 50 years will also soon be moving as they have found out that there won’t be any grandchildren to look after or stay over due to medical problems of their daughter so want something smaller.
If Peter was still here I would be okay and perhaps we may have also discussed downsizing but the problem is, unless I move to a village, I am not going to get the tranquility I have here, birds singing in my hedges, not a sound to be heard but the occasional car coming and going. The other problem is I can’t drive, where I live now there is a bus stop opposite the park which takes me into town and then from there
I can get a bus anywhere I want to, even to the coast on my free pass.
Why do things have to change, why can’t we all stay young and why do we have to lose the one person who could make it all right again.
Love to all.