My youngest daughter died at age 21 in her sleep in 2012.
Death has no hold over me anymore, if I am diagnosed with a terminal disease I would not be too upset as I want so very badly to see her once again, to hug her, to tell her how very much I missed her
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Both my parents are 89 years old, my mom has dementia and does not know who I am, but perfectly healthy physically, my dad is sharp as a tack, had diabetes, but controls it well with medication. He is spry, walks confidently and without a cane, still drives and lives alone.
So the odds are I will live to be in my 80s barring any accidents
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I am semi-retired, works as a consultant when I want to. My DH and I have enough saved to retire comfortably, but somehow all the saving for our retirement tastes like ashes since our daughter died.
My DH is of the mind that life is short and he must see and do everything. I tag along with him, grateful that he has such a zest for life, which in turn makes life enjoyable for me too.
Its all a matter of perspective I guess. Before my daughter died I was terrified of dying, now, not at all....