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I’ve never been one for analysing feelings;
we didn’t have feelings in my day just responsibilities. I think that, particularly as we get a little older, we can easily get caught out by assessing matters past through feelings present. It seems that many of us use times of ill health for reflection and contemplation over matters past and maybe that’s not altogether wise for it can, not only lull us into further depressive states but can also help to alienate us from those around us, particularly those more prone to sensitivity. We couldn’t be sensitive in my day; we had too many mouths to feed. I did see her at the hospital on two occasions but on the latter of these I was somehow shocked to hear her new revelation. She said that in her opinion, she now felt like she’d just wasted the last forty years of her life. Well how the hell was I to know that she had an opinion? and I spent the remainder of the week in the kitchen looking for the rest of it instead of going and visiting her again. We never really had much time for talking when she was alive but it was just the way things were in them days. |
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