I am reading all these opinions on September 22nd. In five days (September 27th) I will be 90 years old. Probably the oldest amongst you. I don't think I am handling anything. My attitude is it is what it is. In the grocery store yesterday I was chatting with this man in the produce section. He was in an electric cart. He was only 80 years old. He did not believe me when I told him how old I was going to be in such a short while. I am extremely fortunate and I am keenly aware of this. I do not have dementia. I do not have any of the diseases that are common for people my age. I live alone. I can drive - even at night and on the freeway. I do not have to take a lot of medications. But this I know. As we reach our 90th decade the body starts to wear out. I am not afraid of dying. My beloved husband has been gone for three years and it still hurts like hell. I have no backup support. When I say I live alone that is exactly how I feel. So I just go along from day to day knowing that the time is slowly growing short. All arrangements have been made.