On Friday I looked in the mirror and discovered that it starts to happen to me like
Paul McCartney
and I am becoming a lady.
An old lady.
Death is just around the corner.
There are those who assume the inevitable outcome naturally, I tend to babble and change the subject.
My first real contact with her was the death of the father of one of my best friends, we would be 20 years old.
A funeral was held in the hospital and, in an act of bravery as few have ever had, I went.
So attacked was
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