Elderly lovin’ in crazy-wild Cancun
At the ripe young age of 76, my grandmother has found love again. Widowed a little over two years ago, Nana met Leon — a sprightly 81-year-old widower with a full head of white hair and a penchant for modern art — a few months later. They immediately clicked.
Not wasting any time (for obvious practical reasons), they moved in together last December. For the majority of the year, they join the geriatric migration to Florida for “the season.” However, they spend the warm months in Massachusetts, where I had the opportunity to visit and to observe them last summer. I enjoyed my...
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