Began a new novel two weeks ago about seniors' transitions and the inter-action with their off-spring. Trust me; there's plenty of material out there. Sure to be included will be a few departed friends, Reminds me of one of Wm. Faulkner's remarks on how its not the living you're dealing with so much as the dead.
Then there's the human comedy side to aging. How an eighty-year friend refuses to let her daughter-in-law accompany her to a doctor's office when she discovered the woman whispering to the MD as they hovered beyond the examining room. This is the same friend who complained about the lack of eligible men in her age group. Apparently, flirting knows no age limits. It's wonderful how hope lives on beyond reality.
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