Had a phone call from my parents yesterday. My sole living grandparent, who is 92, had a heart attack and was in the hospital. They didn't expect her to survive long (although as of writing this she is still alive as far as I know). It was mixed news since for quite a few years now my grandmother has been losing her memory and living in a home. However it is still incredibly sad to know she probably doesn't have long left. Very mixed feelings on it.
Still, thinking about it a bit more if I live that long that means I'm not even half way through my life. Given that you really don't know what the hell you are doing when you are a child and even later on don't have the means to do what you want to in life the later parts of your life really can be the best bits. If I have another 52 years to go what would I do with all of them. There is a crap ton of stuff I could do with that amount of time. When you figure that most people in my family (just not the ones who smoked like chimneys) live in to their late 80s or early 90s there is a good chance I'll last that long. What a weird thought.
Here's looking forward to all the stuff yet to come in my life and that it is all with my wife.
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