I'm 67. I can see how lots of people around my age just give up the ghost. Life is more and more difficult, getting squeezed from all sides, and the rugs are regularly yanked away.
I get a new burst of determination whenever I feel like somebody else is trying to expedite my departure.
Apparently I like it this way. Eating better, exercising, ready to fight every minute of the day and night.
She didn’t give up the ghost. It was more like she accepted and made peace with it. She was sad to leave behind her loved ones but she knew her body couldn’t take much more. She died quietly and naturally with her children, husband, and myself.
#MeToo! I'm the oldest I've ever been and in the best shape of my life. Since I can't run all that well, I reckon I'll have to fight.