Being an orphan at my age shouldn’t be a rarity, but I know very few people, if any, who have no parents. People who are considerably older than I am have one. Many of the friends who still have parents complain about them. I always want to tell them to spend more time with them while they can; they’ll regret it when their folks are no longer there to annoy them. But I keep those thoughts to myself for fear of being annoying myself. At least I have no regrets of my own about my parents.