It sucks getting old.

That's what my sister said to me the last time we talked about our mother.

She carries on conversations with the television.

She talks to Perry Mason, and Hawkeye Pierce, and Laura Ingalls, and Nellie Olson.

She talks to neighbors.

She talks to friends.

She talks to relatives.

She talks to people who are no longer here.

I used to try and tell her that it was just the television, but she has always been stubborn and she never believed me.

I even yelled at her once, and for that I am very ashamed.

Now I just let her talk and agree with whatever she says.

It worries me, but I guess it could be worse.

It sucks getting old.