I was sitting at the table this morning eating my breakfast, looking out the window and the thought of being old and doing this alone, got to me. An overwhelming feeling of loss came over me. I hope I will not have to have my meals alone or have to live my life alone as I grow older. I called my mom, she is a widow and we talked for awhile, but then she was going out. I don't know how she does it, but it brought a whole new meaning to me about how sometimes at meals and bedtime, she says she gets so lonely. I know I will do what I can so she doesn't feel that way often. An awful feeling...
