Thursday, September 17, 2020

That Old Gang of Mine

 Every year in Florida we have a group of friends who arrive at varying times from up north.  The pandemic has upended everyone's plans.  Getting older is also a sobering reality.

One friend has had dementia for the past few years.  It is getting worse.  Her husband has someone with her when he leaves to play golf.  Their children are up north and this year they are not going back to Florida.

I emailed another friend about our yearly Thanksgiving plans.  He wasn't sure they would make it back for Thanksgiving. They might go down later.  His wife had a bladder tumor that was benign but worrisome.

Another friend has a-Fib that is barely controlled.  His wife keeps him rested and house bound these days.

Another friend is recovering from back surgery.

We might be the last ones standing.  We are a few years younger than them so this might be our future.

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