114 Years Young

I saw this video and couldn’t decide if I was horrified or happy for the one hundred and fourteen year old Mrs Okawa. 

I’m not a person who plans ahead and certainly don’t think about the days when I may not have my own teeth or bladder control but this story actually sent flutterings of fear around my nerve endings.
 

Nobody wants to die but is there a time to go?  Is it better to pop off before old age becomes senility and before you become unable to stop your face caving in on itself?  

My Grandfather died recently at the ripe old age of ninety two.  He was so ready to go and was actually slightly pissed off when he opened his eyes and realised he was still in his house.  Not because he was depressed or suicidal; just because he was done.  His body was used up and he had lived a full life.  He was content and didn’t want to be a burden on anyone anymore.  

Others would say life is precious.  So even when your face looks like a prune and you practically cough your own lungs up every morning; every breath should be appreciated.

This video has reminded me that I make my own world and that every day free of incontinence, receding gums, crinkly skin and a hunchback is one worth appreciating and making the most of.  Whether I make it to tomorrow or until I’m one hundred I will be happy!