We’ve known Taffy for years, so when the invitation came for his 90th birthday party at the nearby retirement village, we were keen to attend. He was widowed two years ago, and before she died his wife was in the nursing home just a few doors away from Don. It was a good afternoon and we saw lots of old friends from way back.
But the idea of turning 90 gave me pause. That’s more that 20 years away, and it raises many silent questions. Will I still be going to the nursing home every day for the next 20 years? Or will I be in one myself, maybe in the room next to Don? Or, like Taffy, will only one of us be there by then? It all makes me shudder. And I think, for the millionth time, how glad I am that we can’t know the future.
Of course, it’s very likely that there will be a complete cure for MS long before then. Now, that IS something to look forward to.
Taffy's Party
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