If I live another 15 years I will be the age that both my Dad and my best friend’s Dad died. My Dad was sick for a number of years before his death and he came to realize that he had missed so much of life becuase of his bitterness over the death of his first born at the age of 10 and had denied to his remaining children the joy of knowing their dad instead knowing only their father. I don’t want to, if I live 15 more years, to realize one day at the ripe old age of 80 that my 15 years reaching that age was spent in needless worry, fighting battles I could not win, and wasting both time and air debating outcomes of government or religion that I can not control. I want only to spend at least a year sitting on the beach and having my beer and or wine with my best friend sitting with me having his beer or vodka. I am not sure how I am going to do that but there is a way and I will find it.
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