Growing old obviously poses risks. Seniors learn about them every day. News stories, television specials, and advertisements all remind us of the perils of aging.
Forgetfulness is one such example.
Recently, I went to my daughter's house but forgot where she hides her key. Molly never answers her phone at work, but determined to get inside, I found an opening by way of the doggy door. Fortunately for me, Molly's dog spends the day in the crate while the owners are away, which gave me all the time I needed to contort my way into the laundry room.
Now I have my own key.
Forgetfulness is just the beginning of the downward slope. Anxiety, failing eyesight, houses that are too big for us, navigating the interwebs... the list goes on.
But worrying about the awful things that may, may not, or definitely will come to pass can't make the situation any better.
The solution? Well, at least the best one I can offer is humor.
Dylan Thomas, Welsh poet, once wrote: "Do not go gentle into that good night... rage, rage against the dying of the light."
That advice is fine, but I plan on laughing my way into eternity.