This is the message I found in an email when I got home tonight;
"Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many".
Got a phone call late yesterday to attend important family meeting this morning at Mum's nursing home. She's 87.
30 years ago specialists told her she was a walking time bomb and a massive stroke was imminent.
My bookie would have given me odds of 1000:1 on her making it here. So Mum is a walking testament to modern medicine, and a pacemaker inserted only 5 years ago.
She's become a real challenge to the nursing staff with both a failing heart and failing kidneys, treating one ailment endangers the other.
But I consider myself one of the lucky ones, I got to spend 53 years with my Dad and thus far, 57 years with my Mum.
On the way home from that meeting I get a phone call from the wife of a mate, Rossco is my age and has poor family history, but is one of the nicest blokes you would ever meet.
He's in Hospital with bleeding on the brain.
2015 doesn't look good for some, ........................ but such is life.
Count your blessings!