eclark1894
Visionary
I turned 63 this year, I'm getting old fast. I have diabetes, I'm overweight, and I've already had two heart incidences which have put me in the hospital. Honestly, I'm kinda afraid that if I go in again, I may not be coming back out. That said, I'm actually more afraid of living than of dying. Let me explain that last statement. My life didn't turn out the way I thought it would. I'm not married and don't have any kids, so I would have to depend on my family , and we're talking mainly nieces and nephews and their children. I'm doomed. Anyway, the scare I mentioned. I've lived in my present house since i was about 12, and there's a good number of people on the street that I grew up with. There is this one guy across the street, met him when we were kids, we're both about the same age. He came over today and asked me for a ride to the store. That alone was out of the ordinary, but he told me the reason why. He was diagnosed as having Alzheimer's, and his doctor told him not to drive anymore.