First off, 75 is different than 70. perhaps it’s chance, but since January two former colleagues have died. Another will be gone before the month is over. One co-worker has dementia, and a college roommate had a stroke.
I am writing this three-months after my birthday. Death, strokes and dementia have always surrounded my life but they always affected “older people.” Now they’re my contemporaries, those unfortunate enough to suffer from the genetics they inherited.
What is becoming more and more clear is that there is far less time than there is more. I think 70 is illusion and 75 is the reality.
I don’t like it at all.
It’s more and more evident that if you want to do something, do it. Don’t wait. We have no idea what will happen to us on any given day, but where there are fewer days than more, it’s more important not to wait.
(this is not finished.)
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