A month or so ago, I complained to my daughter about my bald spot and some age spots around my eyes. I was concerned that they were becoming more prominent. Emily wisely suggested that I accept them and my advancing age. Age is a big part of it. Last year, when I reached 60, I did some life math. In eleven years I will be as old as my mother was when she died. If I live as long as my father, I've got twenty-two years to go. As if my parents attained ages have anything at all to do with my mortality. . . .
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