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At 75, it seems my buddies are gone. First accidents, then war, today medical stuff.
My "like a brother" buddy left decades ago...an industrial accident. I'm still in contact with his son, who I've dubbed "Honorary nephew". It's he who got me back into pool after decades of ignoring the game due to work, raising a daughter, and life. This has been good therapy for me of sorts, since I'd reached a state of not really having any interests. So, in a way, I can understand what Gogar's dad is doing.

Last week, another friend gave me the news of stage 4 prostate cancer. He took the gamble that he'd die of something else first. At age 78, he's opted for radiation.

Anyway..yes, there is a certain loneliness that comes with old age. Far from suicidal, but in some ways...well, ready to go.