Not long ago I had 100 'friends' - or so I thought. I certainly had 100 or more people who said they were friends. Then I left a cult, and found myself with very few friends - those kind in the flesh, in the community. A few, but not many, and almost none of them would ever think of just dropping by to see me.
In my case, I have a wife, a sister in the area, my father close by, and two of my grandchildren live with us. But I often wonder if I lived alone, fell over one morning and died unexpectedly, how long would I lie there before someone found me?
Virtually no one ever visits us - sometimes the grandkids - but not me. Occasionally the neighbor lady stops by to visit my wife - but not me.
I would hate to think I could be one of those people found dead in my bed - turned to dust before discovered. It happens occasionally.
I actually cherish my quiet life, my solicitude. Just wondering.....
Anyone else ever wonder if they would be that headline "Man found in his bathtub. Possibly dead for two years!"
Jeff
