My boss sent out this picture to everyone @ my job the other day. This is A picture of a customer that she met. I work for a company that distributes those walkers, and this is a woman who is 100 years old, and has been using our walker for 5 years. Look @ her, she barely looks a day over 99, and she’s still up and walking around, albeit with the help of a walker, that is pretty good. I wish I’d gotten her name, but I forget to ask that. But I couldn’t help thinking, as I looked @ the photo, what it must be like to be 100 years old. It’s hard for me to imagine that. I know this sound morbid (and, make no mistake, I am rather morbid, in general), but I’m not sure I’d be able to stop thinking about dying!
Seriously, just knowing that I’m that old, knowing that my days are numbered, it would freak me out. Specifically, every time I went to sleep, whether it’s @ night, or just taking a nap in the middle of the day, when I laid down I’d be thinking IS THIS IT? AM I GOING TO WAKE UP? I mean, dying in my sleep is actually my ideal choice of death, that’s the way I want to go, but I don’t want to know it’s coming. How could I get to sleep with THAT on my mind? Of course I know that death could happen @ any time, regardless of how old you are. I’m 35, and I might die in my sleep tonight, but it’s easier to not think about that possibility now, because the odds are much lower. But the older you get, the more the odds increase.
Okay, I’m thinking about this too much. Nevermind.