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The Death of My Friend Reminds Me of My Own Mortality

These things seem to be happening more frequently.

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A good friend of mine passed away yesterday. She was 82. Lung cancer got her, infecting her internal organs and orchestrating her demise.

I know she smoked, and even though she had stopped for several decades, the damage had been done.




“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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Mary McGrath

Mary McGrath

Mary is a top writer in humor, short stories and poetry. She’s written for Newsweek, Wall St. Journal, Good Housekeeping, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.

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