(never mind GR, if i may suggest, you don't have to comment to the posts he writes)
My life has been not normal. It never has been it seems. My only regret is that i have no friends from childhood, and while there may be thousands of people who will have a fond memory of me, i have always understood that when people come to me it is as a last resort. It is a hard life knowing you are alone except for those who have no one, else. In any case, from an early age, i learned, "the way", and though i am not religious, not a good Christian as i've been told, i serve Lovingly.
Indeed, caring for those who cannot care for themselves, dead or ill, is a challenge, and it takes grace. In my mind that lady you call sister is a hero, remember that, if you say, "i couldn't do what she does", that more loving be, to her. Few will take the time to think about the work, how hard it is on her, except perhaps her colleagues who are in the same boat. A simple recognition goes a long way in such a heart.
It is a state of mind to serve. Fear God, i say, there is nothing else to fear, only to overcome.
...but i do go on, trying to make conversation.
I was well liked by everyone who ever met me, and for many years I took participated in an extensive old school family, but my heart calls me for more than the exuberance of a gang. I live to do "the work" in my modest way, but though I may write, I feel inadequate without the ability to perform miracles, they are not necessary except in extreme circumstances, the dream world I live in is generally safe and secure, and pleasant enough, when bored I like to philosophise and speculate on the latest theories of everything, if this is not service then what is?