Not the ‘golden years’ but still optimistic

DEAR EDITOR:

Someone said your golden years begin when you reach age 65. I disagree. There is nothing golden in growing old.

As we grow older, we gradually lose stuff.

My parents and younger brother are deceased, all my aunts and uncles are gone, and all I have left are my first cousins. Most of my friends, also, are gone.

I’ve lost most of my hearing, half of my teeth and if it weren’t for the intraocular implant surgery, I would be blind.

As we approach our 80s, the last thing to lose is our memory. Have you ever walked into a room and forgotten why you were standing there? How about going to the grocery store and forgetting what you were going to buy? And what is next is called dementia or the early stages of Alzheimer’s.

Although growing old is not my idea of a good time, I remain optimistic. Why? Because I realize if I had been born during the time of George Washington or Abraham Lincoln, I would be dead by now.

Thank God for modern medicine and the Cleveland Clinic.

STEVE YOVICH

Warren

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