I don’t know why, but I have to get used to this loneliness. I lead group work here at home and help those below me as much as I can.
Until recently, he used to read aloud to the motionless woman in the next room, and we used to sing together, but he died the other day.
They say life is getting longer. Why? When you’re alone, you can look at family photos and memories you brought back from home. And that’s it.
I want the next generation to understand that a family is born with a future (with children) and that even in old age, one does not forget the family.
Don’t show this to my kids.
Grandma Maria loves you.
