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The empty chairs

My mother's 92-year-old friend, Magaret, showed me her lovely, covered patio the other day. There are four chairs among flower pots and other garden decorations.

She said she used to sit in the chairs with her husband, sister-in-law and brother-in-law and they'd talk and laugh for hours in the summer afternoons.

They are gone now. Margaret told me she sometimes sits in her chair and imagines what she would tell them all now.

I am blessed to have a few 90-plus women in my life. Their casual conversations are filled with wisdom -- and glimpses of ways to handle being one of the last left among your peers.




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Spokesman-Review features writer Rebecca Nappi, along with writer Catherine Johnston of Olympia, Wash., discuss here issues facing aging boomers, seniors and those experiencing serious illness, dying, death and other forms of loss.




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