Opus 2024-046: Five to Go

I am at the age when the ranks are thinning.  

I figure I have about five years left.  I have no scientific basis for that but then science often has no scientific basis either.  It is pure speculation arrived at in idle moments.  I think I started thinking about it in my 50's.  My grandfather died at 67.  He was super-sedentary, shaped like a bowling ball, probably had diabetes and did nothing to take care of it.  My father lived to 74, a seven year difference.  He had polio as a child and worked hard all his life.  He had diabetes but dealt with it.

Fast forward in the world of fantasy and “evidence based” research.  I figure I will live to be 81.  That is five years away.  I would not say I am frisky but then I never was.  I am doing well.  I walk every day and so far, as much as I can remember, have always found my way home.  I could live to be 100.  I have an uncle who is 91 and counting.  

However it works out I am convinced that God will call me home when He is ready, not when I have it scheduled.  I can live with that.  I can die with that.  My only request is that it be quick.

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