My Greatest Fear Is Not Dying. It’s Dying Slowly.
And what I’m doing about it
My next-door neighbor died in what I consider a “good way to go.” She was 89 years old. She had just gotten back from her hairdresser and was sitting in her recliner watching tv and eating a peach. A sudden heart attack took her life.
I want to die fast, old, and healthy. Unfortunately, this is not the way we tend to go. We…