Still waiting

Spoke to an old friend again today. He's still bored, but I made him promise today that if it would get really bad, he would call me before. The good thing was that he did visit the cemetary. Not with the transportation service mind, but his daughter brought him. Cheaper so. He still talks about his kid, who is 76. Neat. I have no understanding what it is to be 98 years old, nor do I have a wish to get this old. But it is intriguing. He still speaks a bit slowly, but is very clear in his head. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to talk to somebody with that much more experience than I have. And he does agree that having kids is no point at all (apart from the daughter who brings him food every week), since he doesn't hear from them. The other one, the 76-year old is in Spain and of no use. The grandkids he never hears from, except maybe twice a year. He so does prove my point. And I much enjoy talking to him.