At the age of 71, I've outlived two of my children—a daughter to leukemia and my son in a drug-crime related car crash. Both children are cherished and deeply mourned.
I love to write—novels particularly, three of which have been published to date (see the bottom of the page), four more ready to go, and three more written. That takes care of my mind, but what of my body?
Although I speculate about the future, I thank God daily for the marvel and beauty of nature and for the games I play—after all, writing is just a pastime. I wonder what will happen when my husband is no longer around to take care of me. The fact is, most people who live into their 90s die after an extended period of disability. Do I want this?
What does the future hold? I guess we all want a long and healthy life and a peaceful death. In the meantime, I'll go on writing.