I guess you could say I am still alive because I am not dead. Stupid joke, isn't it. On Father's Day my oldest son posted a picture of his Dad on Facebook and said: "Happy Father's Day, Dad. I miss you." Still crying floods of tears. I am not sure how I inspire people. I just live a quiet life and do only what I need to do. I will never be a complete person without my beloved husband. When my feet hit the floor in the morning, I say Still here? I didn't know that 30 years of racewalking would lead to my being so old and in relatively good health. In 3 short months I will hit 89. Right now my greatest fear is not being able to take care of myself. I have visited a couple of those facilities that offer independent and assisted living and that's not the kind of living I want. Thank you for your kind words.