I write this because I can't find any way of saying out loud what I feel as I shatter inside.
I have spent most of my life alone,even in long term relationships I have always felt alone,so I can safely say that I count my friends on one hand, and of those, my good friends there is only one.
He's older than me,and is like an older brother, we were in business together, and the only person I have ever felt comfortable doing that with.
On Tuesday his wife, passed, and now he is alone in frail care, he has dementia, prostate cancer and is not expected to make the next week.
I have been away from him for 15 years living a thousand miles away but I have always felt him close, even with the dementia that took him from who he was, and made it difficult to be close to him. A man who was so vital his whole life, it made him lash out for the loss of control he felt.
This life will slowly strip you of everything, and we will die in our own piss and shit, alone.
There are no words of wisdom here, just loneliness.
It’s been a while since my last post, but I’m not going to bore you with bullshit post every second day. I have been meaning to get some stuff out, but have refrained, but some stuff just has to come out. Firstly, I have plugged a restaurant called “Orinoco” in Bree street, great value and authentic South American food, I’m afraid to say, no longer, I took Nicci for dinner and two ridiculous portions of poorly cooked food, cost over R480-00, I’m sorry, but that’s just retarded, and had the food been of an epic standard, it would not have pissed me off so much, but this is just fucked up. I complained to the owner, and the best she could do was shrug her shoulders, well that’s blown it for me, they certainly will not see me there again, and I would suggest you stay away too. It is just amazing how the odd little magazine article and a little plug here and there can give people such an attitude, Bob said it best, “Be good to the people you meet on the way up, cause you’re b...
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