Karen at Verbatim posted this link on her website, and while I don’t usually care about these things, this one looked like fun. Thanks to her, I now know: "When you will die: Sunday October 31, 2032, at age of 98," with a high probability it will be from heart disease in a nursing home. When I was a kid I was sure I would live to 100, to 2034. Now, as I approach that number I would consider it a blessing not to get there.
My father lived to 94; in fact, today was his day of birth. He wasn’t in terrible physical shape for 94, but his hearing was all but gone and his sight was going fast from macular degeneration. I think he died because he couldn’t figure out what he would do when he became completely deaf and blind. You don’t learn braille in your nineties.
I don’t think my father enjoyed his old age. Although he remained physically strong, he was angry, and paranoid, and probably very bored. I am determined to keep things interesting, to find new things to learn, to look at, to think about, and not to worry about the length of my life.