Loneliness besets us all as we age.
Will we be alone in our twilight years?
Children will visit taking precious moments from their already over busy lives.
Old friends will call as they are able.
But what about those"everydays", those reflective days?
When memories flood every crevice of your humaness.
And you fight the emotions you try valiantly to repress.
Who or what shall we turn to?
Who will make unwanted personal decisions over our silent protests?