When you are 73 and living alone it’s easy for people to make assumptions. Most people believe I’m lonely, desperate, and miserable, but the truth is nowhere near to what they assume about what my life looks like.
Many of my friends who either still have their spouse by their side or live with their adult children are convinced that my days consist of some sort of depressing silence, empty rooms, no one to look forward to, and isolation.
They see being alone at this stage of life as atragedy or at least a game of waiting. But in my
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