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After his wife died and his stroke George sold up and moved to the Lodge. He shared a room with a Cornish old ****** whose language delved into four letter words. The young carer made George's day to day better and was there early morning to help wash and shave and dress him and on call if he needed him for toilet visits. But once in the lounge by the washroom he sat and smoked and mused on his life. He survived the Great War unlike some of his friends and married the girl who waited for him. His son visited every week from afar and it brought him joy. But where with moments had the time gone? he mused. All those years gone and just memories flowing back and forth and back again of happiness and loss and pain.
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
George Reflected 1969.
After his wife died and his stroke George sold up and moved to the Lodge. He shared a room with a Cornish old ****** whose language delved into four letter words. The young carer made George's day to day better and was there early morning to help wash and shave and dress him and on call if he needed him for toilet visits. But once in the lounge by the washroom he sat and smoked and mused on his life. He survived the Great War unlike some of his friends and married the girl who waited for him. His son visited every week from afar and it brought him joy. But where with moments had the time gone? he mused. All those years gone and just memories flowing back and forth and back again of happiness and loss and pain.
TerryCollett
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
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