06/10/2023
Cathy Brownfield
I received a phone call from an elderly man I know. We hadn’t spoken in some time, since the day he found my home by accident and stopped to visit. Over the weekend, he needed a friendly ear willing to listen for a little while, and I was willing to give him some of my time. He was concerned about the treatment of elderly persons, something he thought I wouldn’t know anything about. His kids are about the same age as my brothers and me. I am a member of the DAHS Class of 1971. He may have a 15-year head start but I am learning as we go now. My mother told me this day would come, that I would learn what it’s like to grow old.
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