Well, I said, my greatest fear is that I take to my rocker or porch chair and drink gallons of coffee and sit around complaining about all the other folks I know who have a life. It has been my privilege to have been given many more years of life than my family, friends, and I have ever expected me to have. And, miracle of miracles, it looks like I will have a few more. The Old Man died at the age I am now (he passed w/ 13 years sobriety) so, this is how I look at it, I am covering new life ground for both him and me, Both of us. And, no matter how sick, The Old Man kept moving.
And I intend to do the same.