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World without end, Amen

So, the world didn’t end. I wonder for the folks who really got into it in 2012, it was a way to focus depression, despair and suicidal ideation. I know for my sisters and me, it was an excuse yesterday to share some cocktails at 3 p.m. with my mom at Downriver Grill, which was our neighborhood grocery store when we were all growing up. We decided if the world ended that day, we had spent time with people we shared the most memories with in this life. Cheers! Onto 2013!

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Writer Catherine Johnston of Olympia, Wash., addresses issues facing aging baby boomers and seniors as well as issues of serious illness, death and dying, grief and loss.

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