Lucky one and other stuff  

rm_WyoBikers02 65M/59F
10 posts
10/10/2005 10:57 am

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Lucky one and other stuff


I was lucky enough this time to have a lady who selected me to be her husband who knows enough to let me be me even when I am disappointed in myself because I can't show her how much I love her.

I am the lucky one who has been able to acquire good friends who would do anything for me without expecting any payment or repayment.

I am the lucky one who is able to go to chatters or other places and listen to folks sing and have a good time when they are all there.

I am one of the lucky ones who is a member of AdultFriendFinder in a town the size we live in and am able to still associate with others who either know that I am a member and don't care...or don't know I am a member and still don't care.

Lucky one

I was on the phone with my mom about 15 minutes before she died and she told me it was great to have me as a son. It was nice that I loved her enough to let my hair grow out again like she liked it. It was nice that everytime I was able to drive down to see her that I took her to dinner and then made sure that I went out and bought enough food to feed her for a long time cause I wanted her to make me a pan of her special chicken and onion soup mix that I liked for so many years. She told me that it was great that I was doing so well and that she hoped that she would be around for a long time to see me continue to grow.

Well, 15 minutes later she had died and I never got a chance to tell her goodbye. I was able to help with the casket, and all the stuff involved in a funeral. As a family we felt we needed to do our own service and all so assisting was just another way of using the training I had learned over the years that made her so proud of me. But when the time came to go into the room to view her and to sit in the church to listen to all the talks about her, I went into another room where I could hear but not see. She of course had asked me to serve as a pallbearer with the rest of her kids but I was unable to do that for fear that I would collapse. So I asked one of her son in laws and I went to the car and followed them the the cemetary. I stayed in the car while they prepped the site and only came out to lower the casket. At that point two old world war II planes flew over...did a slow turn and returned to the airport from where they launched. I thought that was interesting because one of the things my mother always talked about and loved when she lived here was the old planes and how pretty they were in flight.

When I called the airport the next day to ask about the planes I was told they were leaving to fight a fire and one of them had developed engine trouble just after takeoff so they had to return, but they never did find anything wrong. So guess mom got a salute none of us could have arranged any better.

I am one of the ones who was raised by a generation who said REAL MEN don't cry, don't get sad, don't show emotion, don't let others know how you feel or what has you so damned scared you don't know what to do but hide inside, and for god's sake...never...never talk to others about this stuff.

My mom taught me in later years that not only do REAL MEN cry, get sad, show emotion, let others know your feelings and for god's sakes to talk with others about things that bother you, especially to others who love you.

So now I have rambled like I usually do but I wanted to make the point that at this time in my life my friends here on AdultFriendFinder and in the real world are important to me. So if any my friends who are REAL MEN or even soft ladies need someone to talk to about the good, the bad, and the ugly, just let me know.

I truly am the lucky one!!!!

The Old Grouch

rm_1SweetBitch 55F
8575 posts
10/10/2005 4:05 pm

Sorry to hear about your loss...yes, you are the lucky one...you are still here to type blogs on AdultFriendFinder and also offer a ear for others that might be in need of it...great job. {=}

No Day Is So Bad It Can't Be Fixed With Great Sex!

1 SweetBitch


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