As a matter of simple truth, aging is a process of dying. It can be rapid or slow. In my humble opinion, it is not a matter of genes but lifestyle. This is what I believe. None in my immediate family lived beyond 82, and here I am, heading towards 97, with good memory and recall. I also keep working and am productive with my writing, lecturing, and a bit of exercise.
I have aging issues that include going deaf and likely becoming blind in the not-too-distant future. There are undoubtedly other battles I will find myself fighting and, hopefully, will win, if only temporarily. Also, I remain fully cognizant that the time will come when the battles and the war with aging are over. Death will win; that is a matter of life itself.
I easily write about my battles, victories, and ultimate defeat. It is what I experience each day as the reality of living and dying surrounds me. I am supported and thankful by an honest-to-goodness community. Most of the one hundred fifty people living here contribute to what makes this s place the community it is. The leader and staff make this possible. Management is superb. I say that with my knowledge and experience regarding power, leadership, relationships, and dialogue.
I firmly believe my experience and knowledge are essential to share, which is why I still write and lecture. I’ll stop when I am stopped. It’s my job.