Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

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

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.