As you get older, you get more invisible. Your life fades into the background noise of your children, followed by their children, and suddenly before you know it, you become a faint beat that occurs once per stanza in a four minute song.

I’m only 60 years old, which I know isn’t nearly as old as I think it is, but it isn’t exactly young either. I’m widowed. I live alone. My days roll by relative...