And another cheerful theme from the WordPress gods wherever they may be. I thought I would brighten it up with a virtual bouquet, courtesy of my local supermarket flower department.
Of course I sympathise with people, but with the problems in this world, it would be a full time job. There are so many catastrophies at the moment that sympathy no longer covers it all. I read somewhere today that the End of the World groups are predicting that our tonados and earthquakes are all signs that tomorrow will be your last day, so there is no point in stocking up on provisions as you will no longer be around to enjoy them.
On the other hand I have a very morbid hobby. It must be due to becoming a golden oldie, but I read the daily local newspaper regularly on my iPad. We are subscribers, and so have it delivered in the paper version daily. Some mysterious person drops it in the letter box in the twilight hours. As we are subscribers we also have the free online version. Of course I read the headlines and look at the pictures, but local is local and so not really a super example of journalism. However there is a page somewhere after the middle showing obituaries, those that no longer read the newspaper. I have to make the page bigger by swiping with my fingers because te print is quite small.
I always used to read the newspaper articles, but now skip through. The older I get, the more interesting the little boxes framed in black become. You actually begin to recognise names and notice that the average age of the departed have dates similar to your own. You do not have to know the people no longer amongst us, but they were part of your surroundings. It might be an ex owner of a shop, someone that you casually remember from work, even a local politician: local known figures. I read the names of their surviving relatives. What a morbid person I have become.
Although I must add, my mother-in-law was also a fan of this page in the newspaper. She did not have the newspaper, but the headquarters were on her way to town and they always had the pages of the daily newspaper hanging in the window. Yes, she would pause and read it all whilst standing in the street, especially the obituaries. It must be a sign of progressive age, a pasttime for golden oldies. I should really concentrate more on the sports pages, it would be more healthy, or pehaps not the special offers in the local grocery shop. Even the local undertaker has an advertisement in the newspaper. Ok, I will go now, but it is all daily life.