Yes I'm Still Alive and Breathing!

Paladin1950

Still love 50's & 60's music!
When I thought about all the changes that will happen as I get older, I never thought about having to let family, friends and co-workers know that I'm okay and still alive and kicking. My niece stopped by a few days ago to check on me. She said that she drove by my house off and on during the week and my car was always in my driveway. I assured her that I'm still alive and breathing. After she left, I was laughing about it the rest of the day. When I went to work the next day at the nursing home, I told my co-workers, "Hey my niece stopped by last night to see if I'm still alive and kicking!"

So remember to let you family know every so often that you are still around breathing! :LOL:šŸ¤£šŸ˜‚
 

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I live alone and have always been a loner. But, recently my family seems very interested in my health and welfare. I recently did my will with my attorney. Everyone in my family gets something of value. That's the trick to being popular in old age. Everyone is interested in my health, now.
 
I have to email my father every day, twice a day or he worries. I also usually post something on Facebook in case I forget to email him. I have two friends now here that check on me every so often. They either message me on Facebook or text me. I imagine if I didn't respond at some point someone would check on me. If I die I will likely be discovered by coworkers.
 

My credit card company would probably miss me first. All bills go on my credit card automatically and if I don't pay them they may come looking for me. ;)

Seriously, I don't worry about it.
 
My daughter and I email each other every morning, often have FaceTime coffee and FaceTime every evening, I’m just going to speak to her now

As you get older, if you have no family it may be an idea to set up a call each morning with a friend, even if you just let the phone ring 3 times, so you each know the other is alright
 
The hardest part for me, as I've entered the golden years, is deciding who gets what when I'm gone. How exciting is that (sarcasm). Now, instead of looking forward to things, I'm looking back and fondly remembering what was. I know it's probably an illusion on my part but lately it seems Friends on FB, rather than Family, miss me when I'm not around for a few days. Oh well, I'm sure they'll all peek in when I've crossed the Rainbow Bridge :). Don...
 
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The hardest part for me, as I've entered the golden years, is deciding who gets what when I'm gone. How exciting is that (sarcasm). Now, instead of looking forward to things, I'm looking back and fondly remembering what was. I know it's probably an illusion on my part but lately it seems Friends on FB, rather than Family, miss me when I'm not around for a few days. Oh well, I'm sure they'll all peek in when I've crossed the Rainbow Bridge :). Don...
As far as who gets what...I figure they can fight it out. I won't be here to care. I did my part with estate planning and if they don't like it too bad.
 
I was always on the fringe in my extended family. As mentioned I was kept in a backyard for three years between ages 9 to 12 years old by my extended family. The lesson of that was I was not loved. No one can claim to love a child who does that to a child. But, my mom was very close to and involved with the same people. So, now, after inheriting her estate I feel duty bound to pass it on to those who were important to her. After all, as a loner I have no one I am close to in or out of my extended family. And, that's the rub.

Actually, with respect to my mom's estate I feel I am only a care taker to it. I am just the pass through between my mom and those she loved. Since I actually knew nothing about her extended family it is now hard to select from within the group a proper trustee. The surprising thing is the sort of people I am finding these people to be. I am becoming convinced that the reason my mom did not include me in it is because of the sort of people I have found these to be. Now, I understand why family gatherings around the Thanksgiving table on Thanksgiving day were not much fun throughout my lifetime.
 


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