Turning 67 in a few weeks, and I've found myself dwelling on this more and more, but for different reasons. I still love teaching, and I still love traveling down to Nole games. I stay active, don't give a crap about what I eat or drink, and try to live every day to its fullest.
But...I come from a family of long-living males (hell, Grandpa made it to 101). But both my parents died of either dementia or Alzheimer's, and there's no way I want my kids to have to go through that. Every time I forget some little thing, I begin to wonder if this is the beginning of the same. That scares the living Bejesus out of me. Thankfully, Mrs. Ed (sorry, no pics) and I agree on this and both of us have made the necessary arrangements so that our boys don't have to cope with us if/when we're mentally incapable of normal functioning.