I’ve always enjoyed Clint Eastwood’s acting, especially as the tough guy in American Western movies such as “Unforgiven”.

One of my favourite action heroes is now 96.  I’m a “spring chicken” in comparison.  But the body is already sending signs that my best physical days are in the past.

What does Clint have to say about rolling towards death?

The aging process is a formidable challenge, isn’t it?  You remain present, observing the world with your own eyes.  However, your physical agility has diminished, your vision tires easily, and your respiratory system labors to find breath.  The most daunting and exhausting aspect, however, is approaching 100 and lacking someone to share your life stories with, filled with nostalgic reflections.  You’re aware they may not be genuinely interested, but you still derive satisfaction from recounting those memories.  Like a grandfather imparting wisdom to his grandchildren.

I tell stories.  I especially enjoy the face-to-face ones, and I risk bothering my friends with the same tale over and over again.  But they’re kind to me, and they listen one more time.

And then there’s you … whoever and wherever you are.  You listen to my verbal meanderings, at least some of them.  So I keep writing.

Thank you for being here