Two years and counting

On October 23rd I will have been a widow for two full years. Bear with me if I am redundant in this blog.
Memories of JD are with me on a daily basis. Instead of bemoaning the fact that he is no longer with me I am rejoicing that we had those 17 years post-accident that the medicos said he wouldn't have. Bless our Chiros that saved him.
Today, four days short of the two year mark, I am living a life that is outwardly quite different. I sold our acreage and moved in with Sis and her husband, Chip while looking for a place here near OKC that I liked and that I could afford to buy. About the five week mark we all decided that this was working out amazingly well.
Chip is a trucker. Sis was alone a lot. I was alone a lot. Now neither of us is alone unless we choose to be.
Chip shares many of JD's sterling qualities: generosity of spirit, multiple skills and the willingness to share them, an infectious laugh, love of animals, appreciation for anything done for him, willingness to teach and to learn, and much more.
Shared household expenses and responsibilities let each of us have more personal time while having a comfortable home. Our personalities mesh, three individuals, each with their own little quirks and oddities, fit and adjust happily.
We're working to take care of space situations as we're melding three households into a three bedroom home just under 1000 sq feet. The new storage building goes in next week and the older one will become my studio and pup home for my three doxies. Sis and Chip will get their garage back.
I am daily in wonder that good communication and basic acceptance of differences is being so readily achieved. Would that all the people of the world could work together so very well.
Now I use that as a segue into something else that is on my mind.
Recent happenings in the lives of people who are close to me lead me to reflect on the selfishness of some. It is such an oddity to me that there are people who cannot see beyond their own desires. They have no concept of partnership or "otherness". Life is all about what they want, who can give to them. They don't even care who they hurt or what damage they do in pursuit of what they want. The particular example of which I'm thinking is also mindless about handling money. If money is in hand it can be spent. There is no thought for how it might be replaced if needed for basics or emergencies. This is the person who feels someone ought to be providing for all their never ending wants! There is no gratitude if someone does provide them, only the "ok, now I want..." To me it is contemptible.
So I've said what I wanted to say. Maybe someone is paying attention or maybe I'm talking to myself.