My dad's an unhealthy 67 year-old man. From earlier in life, his legs are shot and he is nearly blind in one eye from a basketball injury (legs were football and stuff like that). He's got the weight, gaut, blood clot, and probably other stuff I don't know about. The way I see it, he has his mother's genes which are blessed with longevity (his grandfather lived to 103, his great-grandfather was 94, and his mother was 90), but the way he is at 67, I'll just consider every year I get with him to be a blessing. Fortunately, he is still working and wants to keep at it for at least 5 more years (his father had to work until 75, so he's long been predisposed to the idea), and he is president of his parish St. Vincent de Paul Society.
People have loved ones that pass away all the time. Not a bad thing to post something like this. If someone has a loved one that is terminally ill, it's a good read. It explains a lot about the scarier elements of the death process that may ease the fears and emotional trauma that comes with watching someone close go through it.
With our aging population, palliative care is going to be a part of all of our lives at one point or another.
My dad's an unhealthy 67 year-old man. From earlier in life, his legs are shot and he is nearly blind in one eye from a basketball injury (legs were football and stuff like that). He's got the weight, gaut, blood clot, and probably other stuff I don't know about. The way I see it, he has his mother's genes which are blessed with longevity (his grandfather lived to 103, his great-grandfather was 94, and his mother was 90), but the way he is at 67, I'll just consider every year I get with him to be a blessing. Fortunately, he is still working and wants to keep at it for at least 5 more years (his father had to work until 75, so he's long been predisposed to the idea), and he is president of his parish St. Vincent de Paul Society.
Yes, cherish the time you have. My father died in 1982, when I was 17 after 10 years of suffering with work related emphysema, which the last five were a living hell for both him and us. My mom passed away in '04 at 75.
I fear that I will die young. I don't take real good care of myself. I'm just hoping foe 5-10 years of reasonable health after I retire. I love to travel with my wife and I'd like to squeeze as much in as I can. Of course, the obvious solution is to turn over a new leaf and take better care of myself, but that's easier said than done.
Yes, cherish the time you have. My father died in 1982, when I was 17 after 10 years of suffering with work related emphysema, which the last five were a living hell for both him and us. My mom passed away in '04 at 75.
I fear that I will die young. I don't take real good care of myself. I'm just hoping foe 5-10 years of reasonable health after I retire. I love to travel with my wife and I'd like to squeeze as much in as I can. Of course, the obvious solution is to turn over a new leaf and take better care of myself, but that's easier said than done.
My parents died relatively young - mom at 63 and dad at 71.
I figure I'll be dying relatively young as well, which is probably just as well; I can't afford a long retirement.
My dad's an unhealthy 67 year-old man. From earlier in life, his legs are shot and he is nearly blind in one eye from a basketball injury (legs were football and stuff like that). He's got the weight, gaut, blood clot, and probably other stuff I don't know about. The way I see it, he has his mother's genes which are blessed with longevity (his grandfather lived to 103, his great-grandfather was 94, and his mother was 90), but the way he is at 67, I'll just consider every year I get with him to be a blessing. Fortunately, he is still working and wants to keep at it for at least 5 more years (his father had to work until 75, so he's long been predisposed to the idea), and he is president of his parish St. Vincent de Paul Society.
My parents died relatively young - mom at 63 and dad at 71.
I figure I'll be dying relatively young as well, which is probably just as well; I can't afford a long retirement.
My dad's an unhealthy 67 year-old man. From earlier in life, his legs are shot and he is nearly blind in one eye from a basketball injury (legs were football and stuff like that). He's got the weight, gaut, blood clot, and probably other stuff I don't know about. The way I see it, he has his mother's genes which are blessed with longevity (his grandfather lived to 103, his great-grandfather was 94, and his mother was 90), but the way he is at 67, I'll just consider every year I get with him to be a blessing. Fortunately, he is still working and wants to keep at it for at least 5 more years (his father had to work until 75, so he's long been predisposed to the idea), and he is president of his parish St. Vincent de Paul Society.
Oh, this made me sad, so sorry!
Thanks. It sucks, but plenty of people have it worse. Glad I had them as long as I did.
Don't plan to die young New Girl. Take care of your self.
liberals seem very afraid of death.