Valdemar is going to be 80 years old in three years. He owns a little house, which he inherited from his mother. It is located near the mountains in the shadow of a forest. He enjoys being there. His pension is small but Valdemar is content and even managed to put some money aside. As he habitually says, the money’s meant for old age.Continue reading
Every time I hear about the death or severe illness of someone of my age, I am shocked. As if age could protect us. The opposite is true: The older you get, the higher the probability for death or illness.
One week ago, I met Mark at the swimming pool. This week I learned that he suffered a stroke, not even 50 years old. Continue reading