Just how grim can it get up north? (Actually, it's quite nice.) One woman's not-so-lonely journey into the Northern heartlands.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
This is how I want to die. My husband was talking to someone today who has just lost his mother. She was 102. She died from old age and exhaustion (understandable I think). Her room was bathed in French Riviera sunshine and full of spring flowers. I imagine it to have white painted shutters but maybe I am wrong; maybe the curtains were of white muslin and moved gently in the warm breeze. She shared a glass of champagne with her son in the morning. It must have been chilled. Her son went out for lunch and she slipped away while he was gone. I could do that.
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Yes, I definitely want to live to be over a 100. My great uncle did, and not only did he get a telegram from the Queen and a few officials from the Westminster government, he got a few from the now devolved Welsh Assembly as well !
You are right about being in the countryside later on in life.
The disadvantages are outweighed by the fact that in the city it might be several weeks before anyone noticed [in a Bridget Jones style].
Nice! The woman had style. I would gladly sign to live 5 years less then I would have normally, if I could be guaranteed this particular exit.
Something of a British ambition...
I work with the elderly, and the desire to live to be 100 would depend entirely on my health. Good health and I agree, poor health, I'm not so sure. As for Champers, can't stand the stuff, I would prefer a decent bottle of Bordeaux.
Oh yes, with some lovely background music playing too.
Not just yet, I hope. A few years yet to experience, hmm?
I'm now ancient (not extremely) but I continue to cling to the fantasy that I'm still in my prime. It seems to work so far - until I suppose, it just won't anymore. Time flies, especially retrospectively and the older one becomes.
Dying smelling the flowers....our reason to be for sure! We're all working towards it...aren't we?
At a great age with a wee dram of 25 year old Talisker in my hand.... But let me finish the whisky first, it would be sacrilege to spill any, even at the end.... ....such a waste.
No, it'd have to be raining and horrible out side for me. I wouldn't want to miss a beautiful spring day doing something silly like dying. If it's horrid and cold and miserable then I wouldn't mind leaving it! Oh, and it'd be a jolly large gin and tonic if you don't mind.......just leave the bottle there please.
Sadly, we don't get a choice of exit! My hope is that I go suddenly. Quick for me, quick for friends. Better than lingering while everyone gets impatient!
Thought about "living wills", anyone?
I went to my great aunt's 100th birthday dinner the other day. She is great, bright as a button. She still lives by herself and cooks her own meals. She invited me to her house to play cards. Someone warned mean that she was a keen player and never lost. I was adviced to take lots of coins because otherwise I would be sent packing.
I am already 91 in dog years - notlong togo!
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