“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” Orson Welles
Some people don’t need friends. Others neither need nor want them. Yet for many people, friends are an essential element of life, even more so if they have no family.
Friendships can bring great joy and love but they can also be a source of advice and support when times are hard or you are suffering.
Friendships can come in many forms and at many stages of one’s life. Friends can be the siblings you never had. And good friends can be better than siblings in that their friendship has none of the rivalries that often exist between siblings.
Friendships can start in the hustle and bustle of your first days at school. They can emerge in the workplace or when your hobbies, interests, and sports bring you into contact with other people.
They can come in the face of danger and adversity, even when coping with injury or the pain of bereavement.
Friendships can be temporary and fleeting, disappearing in an instant, or fading as time passes or circumstances change. Or they can be lifelong, and even lead to relationships, romance, love, and marriage. And this can just as easily happen in later life, to Seniors—Pensioners—Baby Boomers etc.
Friendship in later life—and what it can lead to—is an underlying theme in my debut novel ‘Not Too Old for Love: Grace’s Turmoil.’
Here’s a snippet of it for your entertainment. The book should be published as an eBook in the summer.
Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like this for days and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like this?
One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet now a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.
Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of The Grange. He’d towered over the young woman he’d been with and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot-five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending this 17th Century mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.
Looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come here to look for a man there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not, was the six-million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.
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