Does everyone have "that age" where all hope seems lost?  For some it may be 40.  For me, it's twenty years further along.  On April 10th, I'll be 60 damn years old.  And even though I know it means nothing, it means everything.  I just can't understand how in the hell this happened.  Let's discuss.

Seriously, am I living my life through the eyes of my aging father?  He's now 87 and hoping to make it to 91, and outlive his brothers and sister.  Four years is all he wants.  Does my turning sixty, and the mental image of what that means, have anything to do with that?  I need to re-visualize what my 50s and 60s really mean.  For I am indeed full of life, and this coming decade needs to be equally as full.

Let's discuss.

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