But my Aunt lived to 80. Other grandparents lived to 73 (grandma) and 83 (grandpa).
So I find myself wondering just where that leaves me?
I have a growing sense of my own mortality, fostered by chronic bronchitus, which I am again suffering trough. I was hoping to retire and then begin to do many things that working for a living prevented me from doing overth years. But now it's a struggle each day just to get enough oxygen to live to another day.
And then some days I get up feeling really good and young again. I just can't find the secret to having more of those good days.
The good news is that I no longer have to respect my elders because that is me now. I am eldest of my family and friends.
I know I just rattling on. There's no great meaning to this post. I just wasting time on the computer until the CUBS game comes on.
Is anyone else feeling the "wings of angels" yet?
Or is all the rest of the world imortal?
(LOL)
DALederle
