This morning I shook hands with and wished a happy birthday to a man who is 99 years old. That's quite a milestone. I can't reasonably expect to live that long. My parents died in their eighties. My father's sister died at 42. Both of my grandmothers died in their forties...before I was even born. I occasionally tell people that I never had a grandmother.
I know I must best satisfied with the years I have, however many and make the most of that time.
"Do not pity your gray and withered elders, because they have already banked many good and productive years, which can never be taken away from them, not by misfortune and not even by death." Thanks for that sentiment, Drak.