re: The moment you realized that your time here was getting short?

When I hit 60 (8 years ago). Realized I’m half way through the back 9.

Right now I am having these thoughts of just how quick the past 20 years has gone.. Think back 20 years then try to imagine 20 years from now and its mind blowing to me. I am 47 and likely have lived more than the time I have left.

In my mid-40’s, I went to a job interview in New York and woke up in a hospital where I was informed that I was the sole survivor of the Eastrail 177 train wreck that killed all other 131 people on board.

Can we delete this this thread its making me fricking depressed.

As he said, the 3 we got were more than we ever expected.
Another is just extra icing on the cake.
Priorities- none of this noise means anything in the Life of the Spirit. All just matters of the conflict with the flesh.

pretty much now... i'm 43... realistically, i'm past half way, at this point... i've thought about what it must feel (or not feel, at all) to die peacefully... like in your sleep... dunno... i think about what it will be like in about 10 years when both the kids are out the house, in college/at work, and then there's no more homework, school events, etc...

it's sorta macabre, but i think we all question our mortality, at some point

What does your family history suggest? Do you have 85+ year old aunts, uncles, or cousins? And are you taking care of yourself with regular doctor visits and/or seeking medical attention if something seems "off?"

Stay hopeful, and spend all the time you can with the grandkids. Though it is all up to God, pardon my use of a cliche when I say "be all you can be" with those kids so that when He calls you home, they will have great memories of you/with you.

Both my grandfathers died before I was born, so I was unable to have those relationships. That's why I spend lots of time and do all I can for my 3 g'sons.

In my late 20s. I was a believer that my purpose in life was set, and that is why I survived so many things that should have killed me.

Then a friend of mine was killed at work doing the same thing I would have been doing during a training exercise had I not left just before then to go back to the office.

I then realized I was embracing textbook survivors fallacy. I previously survived out of pure randomness and that if I kept making the same decisions and taking the same risks, my regression to the mean would be sudden and I would not even know it happened.