ANOTHER FUNERAL

Another of my bridge playing friends died last week at the age of 94. I called a friend to see if she would like to go with me to the memorial service that evening. She told me she would like to, but there may be a problem, but she would contact me later in the afternoon and let me know if she could come. Her daughter was having cataract surgery that morning and she had to drive her to and from the surgical center.

I was totally surprised because my friend is 91 years old and she’s transporting her daughter around. I guess we elderly people do have our purposes.