When I was a little kid, I couldn’t pronounce the word death. It came out deaf. I didn’t talk about death much anyhow as it was something that was a long way into the future. Howver, I do remember thinking that, if I could just live past the year 2000, I would be satisfied that my life could be over. When my mother died at age 40, I thought she was old. Then when I developed prostate cancer at age 54, I realized that there is no guarantee as to the length of one’s life. When 2000 rolled around, I understood that I had no death wish but wanted to live, so long as I could live a productive and happy life. By then, I had already dealt with cancer twice, back surgery, a knee replacement, and a heart attack. I am now 73 years old, in relatively good health, and eager to live many more years so long as my health holds out. I thank God many times every day for my life and for friends and family who make life worth living, and I live knowing that I am not afraid of death, believing that when Death comes, I will be ready.
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