A brief note to my children re the (distant) future
Right now, you two have grand plans to invent an immortality machine when you're grown up. I'm not sure whether it will be kept for only immediate family members or whether you'll be generous enough to go public with it, but the idea of it has been very helpful in allowing you to accept the difficult truth that one day we will all die.
I'd like it, too, if you could invent an anti-aging machine, because frankly I'm much happier with the notion that one day I'll be entirely gone than that before that happens I might be short of breath and aching of joints and perhaps even completely gaga in the mental faculty department.
But it's possible that you won't, and I'll have to take my lumps like the rest of the human race, and probably, for the most part, getting older is, as advertised, preferable to the alternative.
posted by Maud @ 10:55 AM
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There comes a point though...
The women in my family live a long time. My great-grandmother lived to 103. The end of her life was a comfortable as family and money could make it. The same was true of my grandmother who died in her 90's. Their bodies outlived their wits, and in my grandmother's case, whatever filters had allowed her to be polite to people. I don't think I want that for myself, and I can't argue that it's better than the alternative.
Yes. As I said, "For the most part." The women in my family - at least on my mother's side - are the same. It's a mixed blessing.
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