That woud be anyone’s guess, according what you believe, look up, look down or do not look, just imagine. I would be 90 years old and judging how the human race is developing, perhaps we all then remember how it used to be if our afterlife actually gives us a memory.
But let us be optimistic, I might have my great grand children on my knee, telling them all about how it used to be when I still had my own home before living in the senior home with someone holding the spoon to help me eat. I would have memories of being independent and moving myself without the help of a wheelchair.
In the worst case, or normal case, I would be six foot under, as my mum always described the after life, in a wooden box or perhaps the ashes after the fire in a Ming style vase, who knows, but my blogs might still exist somewhere in the computer world and many of the youngsters reading this might even start searching for them in their cyber records in WordPress and perhaps even reprint them, who knows.
I don’t want to know where I’ll be in 10 years; it holds no interest or longing. I am however, thankful for each and every day I can still be fully myself, and that’s more than enough.
I love that photo, so fitting and beautiful!
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I do not think about to too much, but my husband is now 86 years old and has a serious illness.
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This has been on my mind off and on since I fell last year and cracked my femur. I finally decided I’d better take action since no one’s going to clean up after me.
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I have started reducing my rubbish, especially that rom Mr. Swiss. He is no longer in good health.
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hugs! I loved your answer! ✨💜
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Glad o please, it was a difficuilt subject.
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