When I was young I believed that I would stay young and that I would live forever and that was that.
I really felt that as far as I was concerned, the rules of physics did not apply and that my parts would never wear out.
I was wrong, my parts are wearing out but it seems to me that everyone else's parts are wearing out before mine.
Last weekend one of my neighbors fell and broke her hip. She's in her late 80s and a tad heavy. Her ankles have been swollen for years but she has still managed to keep up a somewhat active life of lunch with old friends and weekend and holiday visits in the burbs. It was on one of those outings that she fell and more than likely her hip broke first and then she fell but that aside, she's now in hospital.
Because of her age, she is probably not going to be a fast healer so she'll then go into a convalescent home but I doubt that she'll ever be able to come home, ever again.
It saddens me to think of how I would feel to be told that I could not ever go back to my home, not even to get my personal treasures and keepsakes, that friends and family and strangers would have to clean out my apartment, dispose of my furnishings, and most of my clothing, and that I would only be able to keep a few things that must fit into a small hospital room that is my new home. I think that this alone would kill me.
The worst part is when folks who I may or may not know, start rummaging through my stuff, and knowing that most of it will be tossed into a dumpster, my treasures turned into someone else's trash.
All to often I've been that person, sorting onced loved possessions into piles of stuff to throw away and piles of stuff to sell and piles of stuff to give away. One day it is going to be my stuff. 
So today, thinking of my neighbor and the many neighbors and friends who went before her, and thinking of Sandra Dee and Hunter S. Thompson, I am feeling very depressed.
Can anyone cheer me up?
