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The whole Gene Hackman thing stinks.
But as many posters here realize, old age stuff is a very mixed bag.
I went to my grandma’s funeral on my birthday. My grandpa died on 12/25. Timing wasn’t great.
Well gang…. My mom turned 83.
We went to her preferred restaurant…. Met her friends for 60 years, laughed, had dinner…. Christ, her friend’s husband had his THIRD bypass five weeks ago….
And then we went to the rehab center for my aunt, my mother’s sister…
This is the stuff I’m not good with…. Those two just talking…. And my cousin is there, but I have no connection…. But damn, they started going 40’s stories and I’m like, “wah?”
I guess I just wish we lived closer together so my mom could get together more often with her sis and close friends.
If I haven’t taken the long walk through the woods by then, I’d expect that’s the hope of most people.
Were brief, but sometimes we make friends, do something creative, have a family and sorta live on?
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