Death by loneliness

I knew an old woman who died of loneliness. Well, that's how my neighbors would say. I assume she is in her mid 50s. She lives with a cat whom, upon her death on a rainy Sunday, we adopted.

"It would seem that we are social beings and if we are not able to express that, for reasons within our control or not, we start to die a little." - Maria Isabel Garcia

The writer also implies in her article that it 's not about the quantity of people we have around us, but rather a good, constant relationship with family and friends that boost our spirits alive.

"It is about that laugh, that giggle, that song, that dance, that great idea, that pat on the back, that helping hand, the shared view of sunrises, encountered in a swirl of kinship with other souls. We live longer, if we are present not just with but also TO each other."