I've beeen talking with friends about getting old, and one of the hardest things is rarely talked about: isolation. Old folks are often lonely, and feel left behind. I had two sisters. My oldest sister, Marilyn died five years ago. My sister Helen who was four years older than me, begged me not to die and leave her alone. She was very distressed with the thought, so I decided to stick around. My parents died long ago, my sisters are gone, many of my best friends are, too. There's also the physical isolation. There comes a time when traveling across country becomes too difficult. The pandemic robbed us of a year and a half of limited or no air travel. I have regularly visited nursing homes for most of my life doing a variety of programs, and just visiting. Even residents who don't know you are happy to have you visit. No one wants to feel forgotten.