Age is just a number. Attitude isn't. Live life the way you want to. My best friend passed at 83 from terminal cancer. I moved in with him and helped for the last 10 months of his life. He had more than the means to have professional help around the clock but choose not. He preferred having a friendly face to say good morning and good night to each day and night. I'm 55. He was meeting with one of his regular hires up until the two weeks of his life. Chemo and other cancer fighting drugs be damn. Popped a Viagra if he felt he needed a boost. I always knew when he was having company because he would call and ask what time I would be home from work. He would tell me how much he enjoyed the massage and play time over dinner. We ate, drank and laugh at his exploits. I held his hand as he took his last breath. It was sad losing him but I knew he had lived the life he wanted and on his terms. A couple of nights before as we sat talking because he couldn't sleep, he had told me to not feel sorry for him. I never have in all my 30+ years of being his friend. His life celebration had over 300 people attend. Billionaires, politicians, famous artists and normal people like me. Multiple people gave eulogies because he had so many circles of friends. I wrote several versions for my eulogy to him, some personal bits and laughs. I ended up not using those to not offend anyone. He went out with a bang! Hoping to be so lucky when my time comes.