This column originally appeared as a special to the Kenosha News, Sunday Mornings With Basil Willis, May, 21, 2011.
I come from a long line of strong, progressive women who live to old age, but the men in my family don’t fare so well. Both of my grandfathers died before I knew them. My maternal grandmother remarried a delightful man, who took me fishing and told corny jokes and did magic tricks, but I was too young to appreciate his charm and he died before I really got to know him. My father died when he was 62. As an adult I have never had a relationship with an elderly male.