To bring things down to a more sombre note, today is the 27th anniversary of my husbands death and I have lived alone since then.
Over the first years I did'nt mind being on my own, I had two grandchildren and looked after them while my daughters worked.
I was able to do voluntary work both here and abroad.
It is only now in my late 70's that I feel really alone, grandchildren grown up and moved away, one of them to Sweden. There is no joy in cooking a meal then sitting down to eat it on your own.
On a brighter note I will become a great grandmother in December and we are all very excited about that, the only thing is that she will be born in Sweden.
The worst thing about being alone and getting older is the worry that something will happen and there is nobody there to help you.