Well, that was a lot of reading. I am really old. I am 89 years old. Yet here I am. I am battling terrible grief on the loss of my husband of 59 years but I still go on. I live alone and, yes, I am lonely, yet I still go on. I am relatively healthy. I can do pretty much everything I need to do for myself. I can drive anywhere I need to and use the freeways a lot. But one subject I did not hear from anyone. I do believe that part of my longevity is due to the fact that I am a survivor. When I was 10 years old I contracted Scarlet Fever. Remember there were no antibiotics then. They put me in isolation in a hospital for communicable diseases. That was the treatment, yet I survived. And during my long lifetime I have survived other crises. To inject some humor, I am the human Energizer Bunny. I do understand that I am coming to the end of my life. But it is what it is. I had a wonderful husband and good marriage. We travelled and I have been to most places around the world. I miss him dreadfully. I have slowed down considerably and go about my business. I still have my mind, which is important. And I still have the ability to make my own informed decisions. I guess that's it.