Playing on line.

Memory has taken me back a long way back to the period when I lived in Portscatho. i can’t remember what circumstances prompted one of my memories but it has stayed with me for a long time. I play games on line and sometimes make the odd friend. One of my best games is Backgammon. As you play sometimes you chat...but not always. I can’t now remember why we were all staying put on that occasion. But it was a time when playing games on line became important as a means of communication. I became aware that I was being invited to play fairly frequently. I didn’t recognise the name of the inviter but I enjoyed the games and realised that I always won. Odd sentences of conversation meant that I apologised for winning but the person continued to turn up and invite me until the day I got beaten. "I knew I’d beat you one day mum" I’d been playing my son every day for weeks! This memory this morning hurt. My son died soon after this encounter. I’d forgotten about this particular occasion. Now it hurts....but the memory is still sweet. Playing games with people you don’t know is one way of not feeling alone...you make friends occasionally but usually it’s all anonymous. I play backgammon and cribbage on line. My son was a brilliant chess player...I never beat him at thst. Life is strange...memory sometimes painful...but the overwhelming feeling looking back is of gladness. I’ve lived long but well. My memories are all good now..... .thank you God.