I was reading through my friends blogs, trying to catch up, and I came across La_Spice ‘s poem about friends. It made me think.

My last blog was a silly little thing, just a fun thing, and I received some smashing replies/comments, that was very nice of my friends.

When I was 20 I moved away from the town where I had grown up and all contact was lost with pals that I had grown up with, a couple of years in London and again I moved on and again left friends behind.

In my personal life I did not have a lot of friends, I know that it was my fault, I never felt that I needed friends when my wife Sarah was with me, yes, we knew other people, we had a night out at the karaoke with them, a few drinks, but they were not considered, by me, what you think of as real friends.

There were friends that welcomed us to their company on our Saturday nights out, the occasional party.

In the last 15 years of my working life I managed a transport company, I saw my drivers as employees and not as friends to spend out of work hours with, maybe my mistake.

I did discover friends when Sarah was ill and even more so when she died.

Eventually, after a period, friends, and family, were inviting me to join them on their nights out. I went a couple of times but soon realised that I felt the odd one out and I didn’t want to come home alone to an empty house, if only I could let the world know that this is a symptom of grieving.

Friends stopped inviting me. It wasn’t their fault they just didn’t understand.

My life is O K now, and I am very happy with my blog friends, I get a laugh and occasionally feel sad when I read the blogs, I have discovered some very nice, and sometimes a bit strange, friends.

Thank you all.