No One Really Tells You The Hardest Part Of Getting Older

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83. I'm 81. No regrets.

I met and married a wonderful woman over 54 years ago.
We had a beautiful, intelligent, and caring daughter who, with her husband (who we love like the son we never had) gave us two 'could-not-wish-for-better' grandchildren.

Our grandson will graduate from William and Mary next year, probably with honors.
We thought he was the smart one. It appears that our granddaughter (five years younger) may outdo him.

As far as my work life went, I was a commercial pilot for the late lamented Trans World Airlines and, frankly, I would have paid them to let me fly those planes.
I went to work with a smile on my face every day.

I did volunteer work for several years after my retirement (library, conservation organization), but now I'm (more or less) taking it easy.

It has been a very good life.
Now, I just keep moving, walking, exercising.
I surf the internet and watch movies to pass the time and entertain myself.

Peace