Our tiny cluster of friends, those within our inner circle of confidence, are valuable. Our confidents. They get fewer as time moves on. As the older generation keeps telling me, there are fewer and fewer of my friends to talk to every year.
The blurriness of this also reflects the increase in dementia that we seem to be seeing in the older generation. People caught in a whirlwind unable to express, or maybe even know, their needs as they have forgotten how to and it’s hard to even know what they are seeing or hearing or comprehending. How frustrating that must feel.