When I was about 5 my grandad died, and my nanna was desolate. I was sad, but they were old, I thought. Actually, he was 55 and she was 48, but that’s old when you are 5. My nanna had never had a job, but she had to get one in order to survive.
She eventually met up with a group of widows and every year they went to the seaside for a week, Scarborough or Morecambe. As a teenager it made me smile, the photos showed a line of ladies in deck chairs, each with a tartan flask, beige sandals and a white cardigan. I must have been an arrogant little sod when I was a teenager!
When she got much older she started to go to a ballroom dancing class, teaching blind people to dance. She met a man-friend there, she quickly told me that they were just friends. What she actually said was “There is none of that bed job”!
They spent their days together and he would catch 2 buses home in the evening. They did that for years.
They are both long-gone. I don’t think there was ever any of “That bed-job”, but they made each other happy for a very long time.
So, there is hope of a happy life for all of us. Even if it’s a different sort of happiness to what we had and lost.
Xx
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Thanks for sharing this lovely story 
Can always do with a positive story and some hope. Xx
A lovely, heart-warming story.
Love that story really made me smile especially the description of the ladies in the deck chairs 
A lovely story