A take-it-or-leave-it option.

I'm trying. In earnest. To not feel old. But I have an unfortunate notion. That upon reaching age 80. I'm supposed to feel old. Because when I was 20 or 30, I considered 80 to be old enough to already be in the grave. Broedes customarily checked out in their 50s and 60s. My dad was a goner at 38. A suicide. Now here I am. Wanting to cling to precious life. At more than double the age of my father. I even imagine living forever. Albeit. In another dimension. As spirit. Who knows? Maybe my father survives, too. In the spirit world. Maybe there'll be a reunion some day. And I can ask him. If spirits ever commit suicide. Or are they compelled to live forever. Like it or not. I could settle for freedom of choice. A take-it-or-leave-it option. --Jim Broede