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When I first read This story I couldn’t help but in a way be reminded of the days my grandmother spent in a nursing home before her death. She had a special gentleman friend there named Carl, and while the nature of their friendship was and is still none of my business, I was actually glad that she had found someone. It makes me sad to read what happened to the couple in this story. God willing I should live that long, I hope my children don’t take it upon themselves to treat me like a child the way that man’s son is doing his father.