I received a phone call from an old friend today inviting me to a weekend get-together and 50th birthday of one of the guys . Party will be on a Saturday later in the month, sleep-over and then family BarBQ on the Sunday. Sounds like it will be fun. I used to hang out with these lovely people all the time but then life became very busy and I had lost contact except for the occasional phone call.
A couple of weeks after my mum died in ’98, they came to visit one Friday evening of a long week end, told my kids we’re just borrowing your mum(me) for a couple of days. They kept me busy playing cards till 3am, drinkies, meals and socialising with friends who dropped in during the day.
By the time they dropped me off back home on the Sunday I was exhausted but I felt I could then cope with the loss of my mother when I had friends who could give me such loving support.