My darling soulmate Anne passed away from pancreatic cancer just over two years ago. We were married 50yrs. 
Since that time our children visit me in this way. Every two weeks our daughter visits. And the weeks in between our son, who lives just two miles down the road - and so again every two weeks.
In the mean time our daughter MIGHT phone in between her two weekly visits? Our son never does. It seems in all a case of ' Out of sight. Out of mind.'
Anne and I bailed those kids out of financial difficulties in the past, even paying off our sons mortgage because he can't work through mental problems yet seems to brightens up during his visits? Great company
I experience clinical depression and acute anxiety having been on medication for over 30yrs. ( Met Police service and the things I've dealt with.) I even attempted suicide 6 weeks ago. My daughter told me off because the police had phoned her at 4-30am in the morning then on her next visit showed no empathy for what I'd attempted. Apparently I was behaving selfishly without regard for the consequences I'd leave behind. Yet on other visits she's always sweet.
Without friends - because they've all died before me - I'm alone at 75yrs. I feel even more alone now. To be honest I feel like saying to our children ' Just don't bother visiting.' I'm OK on my own. Just get on with your own lives. ' So I'm contented with smoking and drinking heavily myself to I hopefully an early death so I can be reunited with my darling Anne.
Geoff x
