I’d heard that once we seniors reach a certain age, we start losing people -- friends, acquaintances, other senior relatives -- they start dying one by one. I’d reached my age unscathed by much of that loss, and was happy to consider that it might always be so, that the others I hold dear would continue being part of my days. But no, that unfortunate phase of life has caught up with me.
It got to the point where I didn’t want to answer the phone, so sometimes I didn’t. I would unplug it the night before and wouldn’t plug it in the next day until noon. I would tell myself it was because I didn’t want my sleep disturbed by the robocalls or sales pitches. But the truth was that I feared hearing about yet another death in my circle.
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