I went to my G/F's mom's "convalescent home" every other day for a few years. We ate with these folks, played seated volleyball, games and other fun things with them. I would sit with someone different every day while we ate lunch. Them old folks are a hoot. There was one ol' Navy captain, who I grew fond of. He knew the war, but didn't know his name. I just found it sad that his family just dumped him there, never to return. I made lots of friends, watched them die, and made sure they were not alone.