When my wife Anne was with me she always questioned my term ’ friends’ She said ’ They aren’t friends Geoff they’re acquaintances. There are very few friends in life.’
although she never named hers and strangely I didn’t ask. Recently I’ve been pondering Annes philosophy and suddenly realised I’ve only ever had two real friends in my life - apart from my darling Anne. Firstly my old police colleague John Gardiner who - when he was alive - for over 40yrs was always in touch either in person or on the phone. And my cousin Doug who phoned every other day to check on my welfare after I lost Anne to pancreatic cancer. Doug phoned me like this for over 9 months till I somewhat stabilised, yet even after that, still phones me to this day 21 months on after Anne passed at least 5 times a month. I never had that attention from either our son or daughter after their mum died. Even after Annes funeral I was left to cope on my own at home.
Our son visits once a fortnight and our daughter the fortnights in between. Apart from that I get no communication at all by phone unless my daughter just happens to think about ringing once in between her visits. My son never does. When they visit its obvious they love me very much but having left its very much a case of ’ out of site and out of mind’ Once I used to worry about the effect it might have on them if I died in the house and one of them was to discover my decomposing body maybe a week old. But now I couldn’t care less. Let them deal with it. Ive experienced true friends. Now I just have family.