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Phases in life. In a few years we'll be done with the working portion of life. All the heck it took for my hubby to get work "like everyone else", my working with Veterinarians and human seniors. All over. Got a letter from my Mom, via a sister. Mom is in her own phase: the great babysitter, the TV, naps, mail, rides to the senior center. Mom still types letters on a typewriter- her first job was being a typist for the Montgomery Wards company so that sticks to her 96 yr old brain. She typed one to me, calling me by my daughter's name. Sister had hassled her into writing cause I'd sent off a packet to her, a packet of kitty stickers and a little picture book. Mom doesn't have that part of her mind any longer, that part that says: I should send a thank you to daughter cause it would make her happy. That part of her mind is zapped. So it was bitter sweet mail, readdressed by sister. At least I got something is what I tell myself as I hold the paper in my hands.