When did I stop being me?

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.

I look after those who look after me." He smacks his lips, stares at me, and adds, "I also look after those who don't." - Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)

How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?