I am a recent widow. I may not look like a great-grandma because my hair is naturally brown, but I am 76 years old with bad knees. I can't kneel without needing help to get up. I didn't chose to be a widow, but I am working on this horrible grief and trying to be a useful part of society. I had an amazing husband who could fix anything in a heartbeat and loved to help other people. I've cried about this incident and prayed about it, and since there is no way to get to the person “at the top,” I decided to tell my story.
My cable TV quit working on a recent Friday night. I spent the whole weekend trying things I knew how to do, but still no cable, so I watched ROKU. I tried calling the company robots who checked the router and modem and said they were fine. End of conversation. I didn't get to talk.