The closest I come to actual family in the area is the Richard Barrons.
Abby is the widow of my youngest son, Paul. I told her when he died in 1992 that she had become my adoptive daughter. When she married Richard more than eight years ago, I informed Richard that he had become my adoptive son-in-law. They have maintained their assigned roles admirably. Abby’s health has been rather frail in recent years, so it was often Richard who did my yard work when I still lived at Byng and who comes by the Village and picks up my column for The Ada News.
I never expected to be so dependent on so many people, but since I am, I’m surely grateful that so many dear friends are gracious about all they do for me. I hope all the other senior citizens across the nation have an equally loyal group of family and friends. There are more and more people who are living longer and becoming less able to do everything for themselves, so there are more people who are not full-time caregivers but who do much to provide a stimulating and interesting life for their less able friends and family members.
When I made my pilgrimage to Walmart last week, my first thought was “You’d think Valentine’s Day was a national holiday, wouldn’t you? The more I thought about it and the more I counted the many friends who watch after me so well and go way above and beyond the call of duty, the more I determined that there ought to be a special day honoring the MF (Milligan Friends). Until the Powers That Be designate a Friendship Day, I’ll just take a little nibble out of Valentine’s Day and tell all those people again how much I love them. I may not be able to buy a colorful stuffed animal or a big box of chocolates, but I can say a hearty thank-you and “God bless you.”