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Seniors still matter.  We Call.  We care.
Seniors still have stories to tell.

I lived a lifetime.
Today I sit alone.

I lived a lifetime.
Today I sit alone.

Yesterday

was filled with caring for my family, having lunch with friends, going to work and cooking dinner.

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Last night I went to sleep;

young and vibrant, only to

wake up to see a stranger

looking back at me in the

bathroom mirror. 

Your Mom needs people who care.
My heart sank.

My soul was yelling out "No!  that's not me, that's my Mom!", but one quick glance into the mirror confirmed the truth. Time had passed and I had been too busy to notice. 

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I had become a senior with all the bells and whistles that we were awarded when we reach a certain age, wrinkles too deep for any filler, hair that thinks it belongs in my brush rather than on my head and arm muscles that

could act as wind sails.

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My children are now adults and busy with their own lives.  They are too busy to call or visit.

I understand.

It's hard to be a senior, life speeds by.
My smiles have left me.
Most of my friends are gone now. Days that once flew by, now move in ultra slow motion.

Today 
is identical to all my yesterdays. 

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