In a way, I never feel alone.

I've really never had difficulty living alone. Actually, it's kind of nice. In some ways. Quiet. Peace. Solitude. Oh, I probably spent 10 years before I was married living alone. Without being lonely. Of course, I grew up in a family setting. With parents. A brother. A sister. And when I went away to college, I lived in a dormitory. With roommate. And when I was in the military service, I lived in barracks. When I became a civilian again, it was nice living alone. But when I was 33, I was married. With a ready-made family. A stepson. A step-daughter. And 3 dogs. I adjusted. Rather easily. Almost 40 years of marriage. But began living alone again. After Jeanne went into a nursing home with Alzheimer's. And mostly alone since then. Albeit, 2 cats keep me company. In a way, I never feel alone. Even when I am alone. Anyway, I'm cultivating a love relationship. And have daily contact. With my loved one. --Jim Broede