the rest of my life. I know, hokey. But today it fits. Yesterday I turned an age I thought I wouldn't see, 57. My fears were groundless, based on my father's death at 56 coupled with my mother's father's death at the same age. There is no sane reason for thinking a certain age is cursed. But somehow, someway, I could never see past 56.
And now I am.
And I like it!
Thanks for all the well wishes. They've meant so much. And now, on to the future!!!