Assisted Living Update

Remember the smoker attached to oxygen? She unfortunately died last week. Lung cancer, which explains the oxygen. It's too bad because she was one of the few people in here that I could have been friends with. On the few occasions we had a conversation, I really took to her and enjoyed her company. She kept saying she was going to have to quit smoking, poor bugger, but maybe she figured, why deny herself the pleasure of her fags because her lungs were gone anyway? I don't know how old she was but I'm guessing younger than the average age for this place, which must be about 85. Too bad as I'd like to have known her better. Ah well - that's a lesson for me to get to know the next person I take to. There seems to be about one death a month among the residents here. One woman celebrates her 100th birthday tomorrow and looks as if she'll outlive us all.