I’m in my mid 50s and people my age are dying more frequently. In our Facebook group for where I live, just the other day a guy died who was about 55. He had moved away so I’m not sure if his death was sudden or he had something chronic going on, but it’s amazing because the last time I saw him, he looked fine.
I retired about a year and a half ago because I figured I didn’t want to deal with stress of learning a new job (I worked for an elected official and she lost her re-election so I would have had to go back to a different job after ten years of not doing it). I also no longer wanted to deal with a long and stressful commute. Money is tighter now but I have to take the good with the bad, and maybe in the future I’ll get a part time job closer to home.
Some days are mundane so it’s not like every day is a walk in the park, but I am grateful for the good things I have and I am eliminating people who I’m realizing may not be the good friends that I thought they were.
I would dread ending up in a nursing home, and that talk that the family has with the prospective nursing home resident where they tell them how nice it will be and how much fun it will be but it’s a one way trip. Hopefully, that time for me is a long time away, and of course I realize that some people never go that route. Hopefully I don’t get a terrible illness but each of us can all only hope for the best.