Uselessness

If I may front-load with a metaphor, life is sort of like a train journey. It’s a funny little train, if you like, and your “car” is often just attached to others as the train trundles on, and there you go on your tracks, connected to friends and family travelling with you… to the person you might choose to combine your car with so you can go on together…

…until you decouple — or are decoupled by death of someone on that train with you — and then — well — a year into my widowhood I find myself feeling like I am in a siding, siphoned off the main tracks where life continues, and left sitting there on a small…