I’ve been designing my end game as anyone who has followed my blog knows. You would be surprised how many respond with an image of eternal life and I’m being rather morbid to speak of it ending. Yet it does. As I’ve designed how I have sex how could I not design my death? I consider the true measure of a person’s success is how they end up in old age.

I remember Mother did not want to end up in a nursing home where her oldest sister was. For the last 12 years of Aunt Mae’s life she was in a wheelchair with cancer slowly eating away her upper lip. All she wanted to eat was the desserts they served as she craved sugar to feed her cancer. It was a slow boring death with just my Mother visiting her once a month.

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