From the stuff of stars to the atom, from meteor ash to dust, we're here then we're gone like a fart in the wind.From the womb into this life, and from the close of this life into the next, each passage a quiet beginning, each ending a doorway to something more.
I plan to be immortal, so far so good.I ain't goin', Mitch, and you shouldn't either.
Just say no, --Nancy Reagan
Let it be so.I plan to be immortal, so far so good.
That number doesn't seem right to me Mitch. My neighbor lived to 102, my aunt lived to 101, I have several neighbors and friends in their late 90's. There are men in our local military honor guard as old as 97, still doing the funeral services.I'm 91 years old and my own ending is approaching. Only 1 out of 8,000 lives to age 100. Thus, at 91 I'm getting close to my own ending. Medicine has never been able to find a Fountain of Youth so I must simply ACCEPT the coming end for me.