January 6, 2013
I do not do New Year’s resolutions. I do agonize over taking down the Christmas tree. This has been so since my earliest memory. The “Killing of Christmas” is the saddest day of the year for me. So to lift some of the melancholy from the day I meandered into what I hoped were going to be more uplifting thoughts. This is where I was led:
I have reason to believe that I will live to 90. The reason’s, for my belief, are various and unimportant. Of course, this estimate could be truncated by accident, fatal illness, or irritating my wife once too often, yet I believe, as long as I do not have to make the choice between food, shelter, and healthcare, I will make it.
What is important is that this age involves living 32,850 days and the incredible number of these days that has already passed through my life is a little disconcerting. I suddenly have this urge to warn my children to spend their remaining days wisely. That’s what parents do: Warn their children to do the things they themselves will not do.
I won’t do that to my children. Instead, I will leave them to do their own calculations and concentrate myself on spending, as best I can, the days remaining to me wisely and productively. I hope each of you, in your own way, do the same.
I am glad each of you has touched my life and hope you will continue to do so until the last days run out.
Happy New Year!