I’m at a wake.
My friend’s husband has died from early onset Alzheimer’s. He was 62.
It’s a small town. He and his wife own the local newspaper, so the whole town is here. He was a good guy. Knew everybody. Everyone loved him.
We three arrived today from Louisiana. We are a little foursome friendship. We call ourselves the YaYas. We are close, even though geography and life don’t allow us to be toget…
