On My Own

It took me about 35 years, living in a foreign country, two major surgeries, a beautiful healthy child and a relatively happy family life to realize: I am very much on my own. 

It does make me wonder how people without family support, without a decent relationship, feel and how harsh that reality is slapped on their face. It is what it is. I think what pains me the most is not the harsh reality of being ultimately alone,  it is pretending otherwise. 

Now,  to go about it, accept it, work with it and make the best of it.