When I was a boy my grandmother read me a story about an old woman whose body was discovered in a rooming house, days or weeks after she died.
And when they went through her possessions they found a diary, with only these same words written on every page:
"Nobody came today."
And although my canny granny was probably just trying to guilt me out for not visiting HER enough i.e. more than four or five times a week.
That story changed forever how I viewed seniors and loneliness.
