Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I don't worry. 90 years is a long run. If you're 90, you're probably not really enjoying life, not physically comfortable, always worrying about things - from pissing your pants, to your teeth falling out in public, to dropping the newborn someone hands you, to waking up from a nap and not recognizing anyone around you, etc.
Plus, if you're 90+, the majority of your friends have died, your spouse has probably died or is about to, you're just trying to avoid breaking a hip. What kind of a life is that?
My 92 year old grandmother still drives, lives alone, cooks, does her own shopping, does some of her own gardening, has all her teeth, and has plenty of friends. What you wrote isn't true.
Anonymous wrote:I don't worry. 90 years is a long run. If you're 90, you're probably not really enjoying life, not physically comfortable, always worrying about things - from pissing your pants, to your teeth falling out in public, to dropping the newborn someone hands you, to waking up from a nap and not recognizing anyone around you, etc.
Plus, if you're 90+, the majority of your friends have died, your spouse has probably died or is about to, you're just trying to avoid breaking a hip. What kind of a life is that?
Anonymous wrote:It’s all downhill after 25. 90 is way too long to go.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Of course someone in their 90’s is close to death. If you want to see her, now is the time.
This. My mom is 80 and my dad died last year at 86. I know her time is limited. But I wouldn't say it's something I "worry" about. Death is inevitable for all of us, especially at 90. I have stepped up visit frequency, aiming to see her about once a quarter (she's in CA, living with my sister).
Anonymous wrote:Of course someone in their 90’s is close to death. If you want to see her, now is the time.