I increasingly believe that I will not live longer than a year or two more. At most. My health has never been robust and hale. But the heart problem that gave me a pacemaker is only one of numerous health concerns that are beginning to overwhelm me. I have had arthritis for fifty years. I have had diabetes for twenty-five years. My glaucoma is getting worse. I will soon have to permanently give up driving. And I am either soon going to have a stroke, or Parkinson’s Disease is taking over my motor control.
If I am soon to die, I cannot feel bad about it. I have had a good life. And now that I am within spitting distance of seventy, I can also say I had a long life. I am not afraid to die. Though I am in no rush.
The Princess will try to get some serious artwork done before I pass away, and that’s a good thing too.
Catch a Falling Star 