70 or 90
Mar 11, 2024 08:58:37 #
Death notices keep popping up online, like an old-time actor today (Jean Allison, 94), and I've noticed something. People seem to be dying in their 70s or their 90s. I guess we get a reprieve when we pass 79. At least I hope so because I'll turn 80 next month.
Mar 11, 2024 11:13:51 #
Then I have a little over three years to go. I turn 77 in April. I hope I can make it and if so then hope it is worth the wait.
Mar 11, 2024 11:47:55 #
Mar 11, 2024 13:59:44 #
TheShoe
Loc: Lacey, WA
jerryc41 wrote:
Death notices keep popping up online, like an old-time actor today (Jean Allison, 94), and I've noticed something. People seem to be dying in their 70s or their 90s. I guess we get a reprieve when we pass 79. At least I hope so because I'll turn 80 next month.
I have been wondering whether it is a reprieve or an enhanced sentence for almost 3 years.
Mar 11, 2024 14:04:24 #
jerryc41 wrote:
Death notices keep popping up online, like an old-time actor today (Jean Allison, 94), and I've noticed something. People seem to be dying in their 70s or their 90s. I guess we get a reprieve when we pass 79. At least I hope so because I'll turn 80 next month.
My recollection of actors and actresses from the 40's, 50's and 60's is usually pretty good. But I don't recall ever seeing this woman. June Allison yes, but not Jean. Oh well. M-m-m, wonder if they were related?
Mar 11, 2024 14:25:19 #
ken_stern wrote:
When it comes to death notices -- It's always the other guy's turn
I am not "the other guy."
Mar 11, 2024 14:34:10 #
jerryc41 wrote:
I am not "the other guy."
Now that's a comfort for both of us
Mar 11, 2024 16:18:23 #
Mar 11, 2024 16:57:51 #
jerryc41 wrote:
Yep!
On that subject --
I checked out my family tree about as far back as I could get and not a one came close to suffering from immortality
However, I continue to eat my veggies, drink fish oil & remain ever so Optimistic
Mar 11, 2024 17:55:51 #
Mar 11, 2024 18:26:49 #
PhotogHobbyist wrote:
Then I have a little over three years to go. I turn 77 in April. I hope I can make it and if so then hope it is worth the wait.
So do I. 1947 was a good year to be born.
Mar 11, 2024 18:28:22 #
Sudden cardiac problems start around 50. Had two guys at work kick off early like that. One was kinda overweight and the other was type A, a stress machine.
Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.
Mar 11, 2024 21:56:29 #
ken_stern wrote:
When it comes to death notices -- It's always the other guy's turn
Until it’s not…… Gulp!
Mar 12, 2024 02:02:33 #
On my 105th birthday, I'm going to shoot a 102 on the golf course, then, in the afternoon, get shot by an irate husband as I'm diving out of the bedroom window.... Yup, that's the plan....
Mar 12, 2024 06:15:26 #
Our high school class will be having a Birthday Party this June in Dearborn Michigan. We have been blessed that a large number of us are still around.
On a related note, my Dad, a funeral director for 62 years, carried the following poem, laminated in his wallet. I found it after he passed away.
"When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black.
I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all:
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all!
How do I know my youth is all spent? My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin. And think of the places my getup has been!
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper, and read the Obits.
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!"
Amen!
On a related note, my Dad, a funeral director for 62 years, carried the following poem, laminated in his wallet. I found it after he passed away.
"When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black.
I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all:
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all!
How do I know my youth is all spent? My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin. And think of the places my getup has been!
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper, and read the Obits.
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!"
Amen!
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