loneliness and the art of companionship
I never thought I'd be here, writing about hiring companionship after Margaret passed. Retirement was supposed to be our time together, travelling, reading, just being. Now it's just me and too many q
Cardiff. Rugby and a quiet life.
I never thought I'd be here, writing about hiring companionship after Margaret passed. Retirement was supposed to be our time together, travelling, reading, just being. Now it's just me and too many q
I've learned something about loneliness in these past three years since Margaret died. It's not always about being by yourself. Sometimes it's about feeling disconnected, even in a room full of people
Margaret used to say that silence wasn't emptiness - it was connection. I remember her saying that often, usually when we'd sit together in our little Cardiff flat, reading or just existing. Now those
It's strange how loneliness creeps up on you. After Margaret passed, I thought the silence would swallow me whole. Our little house in Roath felt like a museum of memories. Every chair, every bookshel