My friend’s Aunt Helen is wise beyond her years. That is no small feat, given she is in her 80’s.
Helen has always been a single lady, full of life, occasionally the devil, and is saddened by time’s cruel trick of shrinking her social circle. Her best friend passed away recently, leaving a large hole in her life. They were best friends since childhood, and had seen many of their set pass away one by one. Now she has to readjust to a more singular situation, as will we all eventually. Continue reading “The donut, not the hole”