I reblog this now, hoping that maybe some of my followers might become interested in reading about my reflective morning.
It is a beautiful morning today: There is a little bit of sun, and only a slight breathe. That means I could go for a wonderful slow, reflective walk in Lakelands Park. 🙂
Yesterday, I mentioned in my diary something about my independence. So, this is right, I do feel fiercely independent. And this is good so. 🙂
This morning, I talked in Lakelands Park to lovely 80-year-old Iris. As always, she had her 15-year-old beautiful little dog on the leash. Her husband died eight years ago. Peter died two years ago when he was 85. He did a lot of running through the park, when he was still well. Early in the morning, he often saw Iris in the park with her little dog! He often told me, how much he enjoyed seeing them! 🙂
When I told Iris, that I am 88, she said, she wants to be…
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