My friend Rudy mentioned he may soon be using a cane to get about. I'm now using one of them. Folks were already holding doors for me giving me seats on the bus, and subway. Offering to help me carry things up the stairs. Before I'd politely refuse,...but these days the help is needed. My dear sister Sylvia held me by the arm as she took me about for a haircut, and Easter suit make over. This thoughtful attention started in increments over the last decade. The first time was at the movies when they didn't ask for my ID for the Senior discount. Age is slow so are the signs. I don't mind. I find it fascinating, and sweet.
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