I'm age 90 and face death in the next couple of years.

Fritz said:
she got off??? how?
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..because she didn't do anything technically illegal... we were in a triple set of traffic lights she was in the left lane, I was in the middle lane . she was indicating to go immediate left....I was going left at the next left down onto the slip road for the motorway ( it will help if you think of it as turning right for your country)....she didn't go left as she'd been indicating, and came straight on... and as I started to turn left onto the slip road.. she crashed into the side of me ...
She wasn't drunk or drug impaired.. and stupidity is not illegal.

Thank god it was on a busy motorway because there was many witnesses behind me who saw it all happen.. and they gave their statements to the police and insurance company.... but even with that this woman who btw was dressed in a full Hijab from head to toe with just a slit for her eyes... denied all liability!

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I have a happy thought for you, Mitch! I do! Back in July of 2021, you started a thread called:
"I'm 86 and live with possible death at any time now. I enjoy every day."

See where I'm going? Way back more than four years ago, it was "any time now"... but your new post is "in the next couple of years." Sounds like you're doing alright, Sir! (y) (But I do feel sorry for you that all those years were wasted thinking the reaper was knocking... maybe it was just woodpecker?) :giggle:
 
Kate posted this: "See where I'm going? Way back more than four years ago, it was "any time now"... but your new post is "in the next couple of years." Sounds like you're doing alright, Sir! (y) (But I do feel sorry for you that all those years were wasted thinking the reaper was knocking... maybe it was just woodpecker?"

I did have a real woodpecker pecking on the wood on my chimney and roof a couple of weeks ago. Now he's gone south for the winter. I hope he picks a different house next spring.
 
Mitch86 said:
Kate posted this: "See where I'm going? Way back more than four years ago, it was "any time now"... but your new post is "in the next couple of years." Sounds like you're doing alright, Sir! (y) (But I do feel sorry for you that all those years were wasted thinking the reaper was knocking... maybe it was just woodpecker?"

I did have a real woodpecker pecking on the wood on my chimney and roof a couple of weeks ago. Now he's gone south for the winter. I hope he picks a different house next spring.
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I had a woodpecker that decided pecking on the metal vent pipe on the roof was a great thing to do. When he got going, the whole house vibrated and the noise was very annoying. Woodpeckers are territorial and he was trolling for the ladies and warning off any other males at the same time. He was delighted to find something that was very, very loud.

I was glad he didn't return the next year.
 
CallMeKate said:
"The term for dwelling on death is thanatophobia, which refers to an intense fear or anxiety about death. Other related terms include mortality salience (the awareness of one's own mortality) and memento mori (a reminder of death)."
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Last verse of "Thanatopsis", William Cullen Bryant.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
 
ohioboy said:
Last verse of "Thanatopsis", William Cullen Bryant.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night.
By Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Whilst Dylan Thonas' poem is not stoic in the philosophical sense of acceptance, it is a powerful plea for resistance, its themes of confrontation and valiance are often cited in discussions of facing death with courage and strength, aligning with a certain stoic spirit of inner strength.
 
Mitch86 said:
I'm wondering if anyone else here is in in the same boat as me. I'm age 90 and will probably die in the next couple of years. I now spend most of my time playing the PC game, Civilization VI. It gets my mind of my sad reality.
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Try not to think about it. Know one knows how much time that they have left, but our body will know. In the meantime, if we don't think about it, it will help us more enjoy what time we do have left.
 
@Mitch86 Im not sure why, but your post reminded me of my most favorite poem.

Invictus, by William Earnest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
 
horseless carriage said:
Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night.
By Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Whilst Dylan Thonas' poem is not stoic in the philosophical sense of acceptance, it is a powerful plea for resistance, its themes of confrontation and valiance are often cited in discussions of facing death with courage and strength, aligning with a certain stoic spirit of inner strength.
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"Rage, rage against the dying of the light," by Dylan Thomas is my most favorite quote ever.
I fight death by means of study, good living and engagement with life.
But I'm also ready to go (😍 just as a precaution).
 
Ronni said:
@Mitch86 Im not sure why, but your post reminded me of my most favorite poem.

Invictus, by William Earnest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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I do not fear death, but I do not have a positive proclamation such as Mr. Henley. :)
 
Amanda76 said:
I'm the exactly same. I started experiencing 'decline' not like I was in my early to mid 70s.
But, a good thing is today's improving medicine along with excellent 'herbs' which I regularly purchased from Amazon.

Thanksfully, I'm relatively in good health without any sickness because of rx'ed meds along with reliable herbs. I'm grateful to today's rx'ed med prescribed by my GP and Orth.doc.

Currently, I got 'Xanax,(very small dosage) help me sleep 7- 8 hours. Prior to Xanaxa, I had trouble sleep, just 3 hours' sleep and tired during days. I also started to notice my energy-level improved, not like in my 70s, but more activities to enjoy.
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I recently began taking zinc at night and I think it has helped my sleep. Something has helped. If I didn't have to get up for the bathroom I could probably sleep straight through. My back freezes up when I sleep so a trip to the bathroom requires sitting on the edge of the bed (doing puzzles) for30 minutes or more before I can stand. By that time I am awake.
 
Mitch86 said:
Just remember that Father Death ends ALL pain, suffering and impairment. When Father Death takes ALL of us, we enter NON-EXISTENCE AND THAT IS HEAVEN!
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Yes, I often imagine it like before I was born, existing in eternity without a thought or a care, and without even an ounce of boredom. And then one day I woke up as an infant crying and screaming for the next 80+ years of Hell.
 
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