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Today would be my mom's 84th birthday...I'm not sure if I want to get to that age. 

I just had a conversation with a friend about her mother who is in her 90's. I asked how she was and she said, " Not good, she's starting to give up because she feels useless.
I'm sure she does, what are you going to accomplish in your 90's?

 When you're in your 80's and 90's I'm sure most are thankful (as we all should be) for another day, but for me it's about quality of life. If I can't get out of bed and piddle around my house doing insignificant things that make me happy and feel useful - I don't want to keep living; that's just existing to me. And I know for a fact I won't be taking handful of pills to keep going. I really believe doctor's do too much to keep us alive - at least they did for my mom.

When it's my time to go I just want to go as God intended.

Happy Tuesday!!!


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