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http://optimizehealthit.com/pictures-of-enormouse-breasts I’ve passed my 70th birthday, so I’m considered a resident of the “old age” bracket. Do I feel old? Hell no! Do I act old? Hell no! Am I healthy and happy? Hell yes! Is my mind still sharp as ever? HELL yes! And that’s perhaps why it’s time to tell my family how I feel. Death is by definition, depressing. And even though all of us know we’re going to kick that bucket and “Die” one day, we sure don’t like talking about it now do we? Of course not. I don’t want to leave my wife, my kids, and my special friends any more than they want me to leave them—BUT it will happen, and I just hope I leave first, because I don’t want to bear the pain of losing them—it will hurt so damn much. And that too is part of the reason for writing this essay; simply because I wish to reduce as much as possible the pain they will go through when I kick that provable bucket. (Which I’m hoping won’t be for another 30 years).
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It isn’t going to happen tomorrow (at least I sure hope it won’t), but sure enough I am going to one day “die.” I hope it’s in my sleep when I’m still a smiling, laughing, and happy father, spouse, and friend, but it will happen. For my sake, and yours, cherish the wondrous memories of love and sharing, and avoid the stupid and needless pain of viewing my deteriorating demise. Just leave me in that special place in your hearts and minds as that nutty dad, spouse, or friend, full of life, laughter, and love—shed only tears of love, NOT of pain/depression.
It’s only death, and happy memories and love shared simply can’t die. Just don’t forget, you have all those memories, my written words, and those music videos we made to watch anytime you wish—my favorite is me as Amadeus, with the mop on my head beating on the drums while my two young children and me sang Rock Me Amadeus—oh that was a hoot. Just watch that instead of coming by–okay? Thanks. tj