As low as I feel everytime I read the news, I know I am one of the lucky ones that I am living in a home surrounded by people (I count my dog as person) who love me. I have a friend, financially secure, but has no family, no children. He is used to it and doesn't feel sorry for himself. He may like it that way-but I know he thinks about getting old and wondering who will help care for him, drive him around, check on him. I have several relatives who have plenty of money but rattle around alone in big houses. Their homes scream "Room for more!" They have outlived spouses and spend time thinking of the days their loved one was still with them.
Me? You don't hear loose change rattling in my pockets, but at night when I lay my head down, hubby is laying next to me snoring. I know that tomorrow I may throttle the rattle brain for some idiotic thing, but he is my rattle brain and I sleep soundly, knowing I am not alone.
