A blogger friend wrote this very thought provoking piece. I must share. The list her 80-year-old self shares with her is right on target for me. I wonder who else it will touch.
Imagine you’ve got to eighty years old and you’re as fit as can be expected for your age, with a good mind still intact, and you’re reflecting back on your life. Now I’ve listened to elderly people tell stories of their pasts which function as a kind of celebration of their lives which privilege the listener, with a sense of that person facing the end of their life with equanimity and peace. It’s as if they are ready to face a ‘good death’ and the journey ahead, whatever that may be, with no regrets and a free spirit, along with the conviction that they did the very best they possibly could for themselves and the people they cared about.
And this is the way I want to feel when, or if, I reach this point, because I have also listened to people around this age ruminate on their pasts in…
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