After speaking with a cousin and a teenage years family friend this past few days, I am feeling that I should visit the few remaining relatives of my generation, and friends (not many of those) before it’s too late. I suspect the feeling will fade away, though, as we all must. I mean, what’s the point? To assuage guilt? Pah!
1.30pm Wednesday 18th October, 2017, West Chapel, Overdale, Bolton.
I didn’t go. I could regret it.
Remember the boy, not the man.
Processing other people’s negative emotions at at time when your own are under strain (which is most of the time for your average Joe and Jane) is a double whammy. How much of other’s intense disappointment can you stand? How much responsibility for other’s misery can you take on board?
They are strange things and try to control though we might, they leak out somewhere.
Lawrence Alan Taylor, dob 15.2.1945 died this day Monday 9.10.2017 at the Bolton Hospital, Ward 3B, following complications arising from a fracture as a result of a fall two weeks ago.
I am now the sole surviving member of my small nuclear family.
There are worse things in life than death. RIP brother.
They are still bashed out and unlikely to be bashed in again any time in the near future.
I never thought I would say this but I am delighted to be home and doing small domestic chores.
I have bashed my brains out. Could be a blessing for all concerned.