It is a long sad story. I won't bore you with details, but to fill you in briefly: after my wife died in 2007, I went into a depression. My eldest son helped pull me out, we had a couple of summers of being together, fishing and camping (he had been in the Air Force for 28 years and it was good to have him around again), but he got cancer and died last summer. I am 80 years old and in the early stages of Alzheimers, the slowly developing kind, and other than that, life is good. I have a Life Partner, Janice, who takes very good care of me. She and my late wife were good friends over 50 years ago and she was also our babysitter back then. I don't quite see the end of the road, but I know I am closing in on it. I am OK with that. I have now outlived everyone I have ever loved. It is a lonely time of life. I have a few friends, but it is not the same. I have not known them very long. All of my family is dead except for a son in Canada whom I seldom see because of the vast distance between here and there. There really does have to be more to life than life itself, but I shall see it through to its natural conclusion.