Joy, Age 70
I’m about to turn 70 in approximately five hours. I’ve been sitting here at the computer, drinking white wine, crying for my sister – a young 74 – who passed in June 2015. I can’t believe that I’m turning 70 without her presence, her support, her beautiful, radiant, magnificent self. I’m still in shock. How can this be happening? She hadn’t been sick. She was so vital, right up to the end. The circumstances of her death are shrouded in mystery. I’m still devastated. I’ll never get over losing her.
So here I am, searching and searching for a way to turn 70 alone. My two daughters aren’t far away, but they can’t possibly understand. My history, my life, are nowhere now but within me. My friends are nearby but too far removed. My husband, an ex for over seventeen years now, wouldn’t have even tried.
I’m flying solo.