Last year I attended my 50th high school class reunion. When I walked into that room full of old people wearing the name tags sporting the names of the teenagers I went to high school with, it made me feel pretty strange. Imagine how it must have felt to my mother (photo above) Saturday, as she entered the room with the "kids" she graduated high school with 77 years ago.
Only widows were left to fill the room. The only male left alive from her graduating class of 1939 lives in Kansas City and couldn't travel the reunion. My mom said that none of her close friends, those who had also attended the same elementary school, were left alive.
Old age is not for the weak.