What can YOU say in six sentences?
It’s been almost a year now. And still some well-meaning folk give me that all-knowing smile, that wistful look, then ask sadly “How are you doing?” I hate that! I know they mean well, but there seems to be no way I can convince them that I am really doing fine by myself and need to be considered as an individual on his own merits, not as a lost soul who needs comforting. I want to be part of the community, but not if they’re only doing it because they feel sorry for me. There are other groups who have made that leap and I expect the “comforters” will be the last to change.