Dear Readers
I am closing on age 79 and really starting to feel the years.
As a child, adolescent and as a young man growing up, I was really scared about dying. I remember thinking that if I made 54 at the turn of the century, I would be doing well.
Nearly a quarter of a century later and with children closing on that age, I wonder when too many years leads to an excruciating existence.
I fear losing physical capacity and mental acuity. I fear the onset of faltering voice and am horrified by my aging and wrinkling skin, which is fast losing elasticity and, therefore, hanging on my limbs.
I am no longer afraid of dying and want to depart this life on my terms and without being a burden to others. I’d definitely like to pass over by the respectful method of euthanasia, but here in the NT of Australia that is not an option.
Where does that leave me?
EDUCATION, A LIFE FORCE 
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Dear Henry, pray and offer all your sufferings and worries to Jesus: only He can console you…
You have such strong faith Mirella.
I know you must have heard this many times, but I believe it is true. Take one day at a time; even one moment at a time. Look for the beautiful around you and within you. Remember the many good times you have enjoyed, the good things you have done, the wisdom you have received and have had the generosity to pass on. Look for more good times – create them! You have been creating good times for all of us who read you. We are with you! ~Ed.
Also, what Mirella said.
Wise advice I know but the portent of future gloomy outcomes at times enshrouds me.
I understand. I live with a wife who is older than me (by ten years; but we have been married 50+ years) and an adult son who is largely disabled. They both expect me to outlive them. Often, I am not so sure. ~Ed.
Jeremiah 29:11 and John 14:3 should hopefully offer you comfort and encouragement, Henry. I hold you in my prayers, and offer you my virtual comforting hugs