At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”
We keep changing.
Even now.
Especially now.
At seventy-eight, I took a painting class.
Terrible.
At seventy-nine, I quit because I hated it.
Also allowed.
At eighty, I took my first cruise.
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