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If old age has a singular descriptor, it would be loneliness. Losing my beloved wife Eleanor, after nearly 70 years together, left an irreplaceable void. Common platitudes suggest that time heals, but that notion has proven misleading. While time does teach us to coexist with loss, it never truly alleviates the grief. The absence of loved ones becomes a constant presence, marking our lives in ways that can be both comforting and sorrowful.
As life continues to unravel, friends and family dwindle. The once vibrant social tapestry turns to silence. Conversations, once so effortless, become rare. I’ve realized that loneliness is not merely about physical solitude; it’s the feeling of invisibility as the world keeps moving forward, often without you.