I love Lynne’s wit and candor, particularly about aging and whether to do it gracefully or full tilt ahead. I’m for the full tilt ahead idea…but that’s just me.
I humiliated myself, but it wasn’t my fault. It was the fault of my elders, who play things so close to the vest.
One day when I was in my mid-fifties, I was having lunch with friends who are twenty years older. We were discussing a very elderly couple in our writing group. The husband was 90, the wife 85. They still wrote and published, and were incredibly vibrant. “They probably still have sex!” I said.
My friends were appalled. “Well, why wouldn’t they?” one asked.
But how was I to know? Who talks about the intimate details of life in the oldest years?
Okay, now I get the sex thing, but here’s what I really want to know: how do very senior peeps deal with mortality? I apologize for sounding stupid; yes, I DO in fact realize that I, at 58, could go any minute. I’ve almost “gone” three…
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