We have a dictionary copyrighted in 1971 and in the appendices is an actuary table for life insurance. It says at age 57 we have 15.8 years left to live.
This bothers me because it seems so soon, and I can’t decide if I should hurry up and get a bunch of things done or just relax because it’s too late to start something new.
I know 72 is still close to the average age to die, but when it gets put in these terms, it’s startling. I can see why men would go buy red sports cars.
I am also reminded that Sophie, my dear Sophie, who died in November at 99, every year had to sign an affidavit saying she was still alive in order to continue getting her reparations payments from Germany.