On Sunday, the oldest Canadian and American woman, Mary Josephine Ray, died at age 114 years, 294 days. On the same day, the oldest African American woman, Daisey Bailey, also died at age 113 years, 342 days. She became the fourth oldest person in the world when, in January, another 114 year old, Maggie Renfro, passed away.
And with them go all their memories of an era very few of us can imagine.
Hardships, endurances, loves, wars, inventions, agonies and ecstasies.
We are amazed by the speed and intricacies of the internet.
They were amazed by the invention of electricity.
My parents both lived to their 90s. My father had health issues for most of my life, several of which could have claimed his life, but didn't. He spent many years in and out of various hospitals, but no matter how many times he wished to die, his body stubbornly continued to fight death. My mother had a few health issues, though none of them were life threatening until the last two weeks of her life.
With such genes coursing through my body, I hope I have invested wisely. One of my greater fears is outliving my money. I have no children to take me into their care (although that is never a guarantee) and no spouse to resent my dependence on them (also not a guarantee, though more likely than not to happen).
We've all seen the statistics for our respective countries - we are an ever aging population the world over.
There is a bookshelf with a variety of reading material to be shared.... this is what I found sitting on top.
Art Linkletter himself is still alive at age 97!
I am not sure I would want to live to 114 years. Or even 100 years. Though getting that letter from the Queen would be nice. Oh wait, she'd have to live to be 132...
In the meantime, I just want to make it to next Sunday.