It's all the same, since the beginning, all the same as the end.
old woman going senile. alone in her living room. talking to her dead husband.
you never knew it, but even before you were gone, I was painfully lonely. I never had many close friends, you kept me from that. I had my bingo nights, I had my glee club; excuses to get out of the house for a night, away from your stony silence, and actually find human contact. That helped soothe the ache for a little while, but it really wasn't enough. You knew that, of course. Long days, blurring into long, sleepless nights-you were gone, the kids were gone. I had only myself to talk to all these years, you know. That is, until Mary came to visit-she seems to be around a lot these days. I think she got lonely, too. You do remember Mary, don't you? She was my best mate way back in junior high. We hadn't talked, not even sent letters in over forty years, and then she goes and shows up in my living room! I do say, it is a lot nicer around here now that I have someone to talk to.
