Saturday - Caturday - End of April

Getting ready to go to a funeral.  No one close to me personally - my brother's grandfather-in-law.  

Never knew my own grandfathers... both dead long before I was born.  One great-grandpa lasted long enough to hold me as an infant, but was gone before my first birthday.  That leaves a bigger hole in a boy's life than you might imagine.

I'm the oldest, so there were no big brothers to show me the way, how to be a man.  My own father's wrapped up in his own issues to the point of not exactly being there, either.  (Even still, at 84).  So I never was properly socialized... he did and does live like a hermit.  No friends.  No close relatives to visit.

Which is probably a big part of why I'm still single.  When they were teaching making and sustaining relationships, I was holding the door and serving coffee... missed that class.  I'm sure I'm not alone... I have to imagine there are a lot of lonely people out there, just not knowing where to begin.

So I tell you what I need to hear myself: reach out.  Talk to someone.  Something my father never learned: to have friends, you need to BE a friend to someone.  It's a two-way street.  

Be well.