As I entered the sun room, my wife looked away from the television and spoke, "I want to talk to you about dying." My first thought was perhaps I look a tad sickly... then I remember my father's favorite line about his daughter-in law; "Gerry, he'd say, "you are as subtle as a punch in the nose." She continued, "If I die before you, I am worried that you'll become a recluse," she explained.
She then added, you don't have coffee buddies, don't do the hunting, fishing or golf thing. She concluded, "I worry about you being lonely one day." Strange as it may sound, I am comfortable alone. I never gave much thought to the reasons; I know who I am and I am okay with that fella.
Please understand, I enjoy people. However, I am one of those people who can be a bit overbearing. I find myself dominating a conversation at times and I am too free expressing my opinions. Obviously, I must desire doing such but I don't like it in hindsight. Therefore, I am best paddling solo. There's a handful of folks who know me well enough to both ignore and tolerate my short falls. I need not push my luck seeking to increase that number.
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