Both of my grandmothers turned 100 last year. One of them has long said that the number didn’t matter if you weren’t in good health. You don’t want to be 100 just to be 100 if you’re in bad health. She was recently told by a doctor that she probably had less than 6 months to live because of the poor condition of her heart. Today. Todays. Life is made up of a whole bunch of todays. She must feel as alive as I do right now, even though she’s 100. Will she make it to 100 years and 6 months old? I don’t know. But she has today. Todays.
I’m going to visit her today. And then I’m going to think about the most important things I want to do in the next 6 months, or less.