I think like your father did. At some point in my life, barring an accident or heart attack, it is just going to be my time to go. I don’t plan on spending what little I do have or putting my family thru a bunch of grief and misery trying to wring a few months or a year or so out of it. I would rather my family have my things and remember me for who I was.
parsy, who will self-ration if necessary
I always tell my hubby that if I get false teeth and I’m willing to leave the house without them, it’s time to put me out on the ice.
Give me a cup of coffee, saw a hole in Lake St. Clair, drop a fishing line, then tell everyone that I took up Ice Fishing!!!
Seriously, my Dad saw us spending money on Co-pays that he thought was a waste. He didn’t want to die in a hospital. We were all there when he went. I was 20.