I had a lovely day today. An elderly friend came down for dinner tonight with my mother and I. It was a joy to share the time with such a man. At one time he was a well known author and screenwriter, but now, in his 89th year, he has become very frail and in ill health. His mental anxiety is compounded by his fear of aging and of being alone. I will try to help him as much as I can.
It is one thing to observe with detachment the aging and erosion of inanimate objects. It is quite different to feel and see this happening to someone who has shared joys, holidays, summer afternoons, and enlightening conversations over the course of many years.
I am truly blessed to be living this life. I never want to forget how this came about.