Widowed? So Live!

I'm in shock. Absolute utter shock. In fact I don't think I'll ever come out of my shocked position.

Last night I learned that the boyfriend of my little Grandaughter is in awe and delight at the manner in which I live. And, he adores me!

Apparently his Grandmother sits all day, watches a bit of tele, and the highlight of her week us going to the Doctor.

Now, that is sad ... sad .... sad ..... sad.

He cannot believe a person can live alone so happily beyond the age of 50 plus as I do. That a widow living alone can grow her own veges, have her chooks, budgies, cockies, doggie and cats, hop in her car and make a wondeful life of travelling to take photo's, go shopping, cook lovely meals, light gorgeous candles, maintain alot of land, have so many overseas friends through a computer and be so huggable, jokeable,laughing, filled with energy, and alive!!? Alive???!!!

Now, I'm in a quandry as he's viewing his Grandma as being a bit of a failure because of my happy go lucky outlook.

I am thinking seriously of what I can do to help this poor soul who sits in a flat and looks out the window day in and day out.

Hmnnnnnn ... maybe I should meet her, get her to come to me for a holiday and show her how to live.

One problem, Z has told his Grandma about me and my manner of living and that sent her into shock .... er hmmmmmm.

I think many people think we women of the Mallee wear gumboots all day, ride a horse everywhere, can shoot a lizards tail out of kookaburra's mouth without harming the Kook ... (well, maybe send him into a bit of shock but ...) wear no makeup and are true 'Annie Get Your Gun' heroines.

Well, if I sat astride a horse now and went into full gallop I wouldn't sit for a month of Sunday's. True ... true, I can fire a gun and hit the fox but could do that when I was a young one so that's old news.

The worse part of all this is .... Z hasn't seen how well I can make a boomerang, hasn't seen me experimenting, hasn't seen me hypnotise the chooks, hasn't seen me climb a tree, (often do that to take photo's nowdays), and hasn't seen me burn off the young ones on the road who are trying to be funny - nor has be seen a few other tricks I do.

Hey! Life is to be lived! They all know how deeply I love God as my daughter and I told them. God gave us a life to live! Just because our husbands die doesn't mean we also stop living! That's the one thing both our husband's and God would never want!

The period of mourning does stop you know!

If many a husband had last words to say to their wives before the final sleep they possibly would have said " Look after yourself and be happy."

There is no use sitting down and giving up on life. Do that, and you are one of the living dead. Get outside and live! Love and be happy!

Who is the Greatest Councellor? GOD.

Who is the the Greatest Comforter? GOD.

Who wipes the tears from your eyes? GOD.

So for God's Sake, will you let him? Let HIM take control of your life, and live!

I recall once I was on a Widow and Widowers Forum and so help me, it was the most depressing place I've ever been? All they did was winge, winge, winge, winge years after the death!

They had forgotten the little faults of the deceased husband. Struth! I remember when my man used to fart in bed and almost blow me straight out the window into the car! Oh the shock of it ....

One lady confessed she had found a new love and wondered if she was sinning!!!

That place made me so depressed it forced me to see my Doctor? And know what? My Doctor had to put me on anti depressants?

Yes, there will always be the memories, the joys and sorrows of those memories will flood back at certain intervals, but that's when we turn to God for comfort!

So .... what am I to do regarding Z's Grandmother .... I don't think she could keep up with my pace but I know one thing for sure, she'd leave here with an entirely new point of view!

Today is sunny and nice, might pack a picnic hamper and have lunch by a lake.

Like my photo of the kookaburra eating his tea? I took it yesterday!