We grow old, our friends die, then we die

I just heard Ricky Gervaise describing life by saying “first we grow old, next our friends die, then we die“ and I had an odd and scary thought.

This WhatsApp group is a closed one.

I don’t think we are going to be adding our children so let’s face it, we will at some point get people leaving the group.

And by leaving the group I mean really leaving ‘*all*’ groups.

In the end, there will be just a few of us left.
What will that be like?

When our grandparents spoke of losing all their friends they didn’t have to deal with a WhatsApp group with rapidly dwindling numbers.

They just sat in the ‘home' with spit dribbling from their chins wondering who would be next to go.

Our generation is the first one ever that will be sitting with a WhatsApp group that consists of one person.

Whoever that turns out to be, I want you to remember all those that have fallen before you, and drink a pint in their honour. I realise that you won’t be allowed to have a regular drink so perhaps just raise a toast, with Panado syrup or whatever. I am sure the nurses will allow that.

So raise the spoon and have a drink for all of us and be grateful that while the rest of us smoked and drank ourselves to an early grave you steadfastly stayed away from smoke and drugs and drink and parties and Loud music and late nights and …. What the hell did you waste your youth on? You gave up all that just so you could have the last word.

Don’t take this the wrong way but that sounds quite mental.

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June 2022