All is well, daughter is here. Bob had a very bad morning yesterday. I had texted Susan about it. Later when we picked her up at the train she put her arm around him and inquired how he was doing, to which he replied "Better now that you are here." We're on to him so we were expecting that response. This morning he's bright eyed and bushy tailed, well as much as he can be with this pesky blood pressure problem. Don't know yet what the plans are for the day, we're still drinking coffee.
It occurred to me recently that I might only have ten more years to live. I would be 84 and both my parents died at about 82. I think in the back of my mind I expect to just keel over in my mid 80s. I never give any thought to dying younger because I figure that would be from something unexpected.
I expect by my mid 80s my battery will run out of charge. I'm working on myself to kick that up to about 90. I don't suffer from arthritis or osteoporosis that often causes mobility issues. In general I'm in good health. Need to exercise more and there's always hope that I will.
People are living longer so I figure I should be able to make it to 90 in fairly good shape. Not exactly sure when I expect my luck to run out but sometime after 90.
Being a person who looks far into the future and makes plans years in advance I was somewhat alarmed to think of living only 10 more years. That's just not acceptable.
Do you ever think about how long you might live?