I read a piece in Yahoo! yesterday, about a 100-year-old woman who met her natural daughter only six years ago. The daughter is now 77. This seems to be a very positive, life-affirming event, for both women, and for their families.
This is one of the many anomalies that have arisen, and will continue to arise, as more and more people reach the century mark. If you aspire to attain Methuselah status, what are your plans for such an event, and, more importantly, for the time afterward? Some, like George Burns and Bob Hope, just barely crossed the finish line and made it their last race. Others, like all those who become the Oldest Man/Oldest Woman in the World, or like Frank Buckles and Claude Choules, the two last surviving combat veterans of World War I, (both of whom died last year),have plans for staying in the game and achieving real goals.
If I am so indulged, I want to leave this all behind with my hips swinging and my arms outstretched, in embrace of all that life has to offer, and with an appreciation for what this life has taught me. As my Penny said, “I want to die with my boots on.” She did so, when it was her time, though far from the century mark. I wouldn’t mind going the distance, since her spirit is always around, and I have this thirst for achievement and experience.