This is my grandma, Betty. Her husband passed away three years ago, and though she can get depressed sometimes, often enough she seems like she's happy to finally do exactly what she wants. But she tells me sometimes that she gets very lonely. My dad makes a point to visit with her almost everyday. She had a stroke about 10-15 years ago, and though it changed her quite a bit, she's gotten back almost all her reading and logic skills, though she has a hard time still to put the proper words to her thoughts, and tonight she told me "... and i can't understand my maths, I know that 2+2=4 but i don't know what that means!"