
artimrj wrote:My 90 year old neighbor fell down yesterday and was able to get to the phone to call me. Took him to the emergency room. He broke his hip. It was extremely hard to get him in my car with the pain he was in. Plus he is a little hefty. He did not want me to call an ambulance? I spent all day up there with him. Went home twice to feed my cats. He is one of my HO train buddies. The emergency room kept giving me grief cause they did not know who I was and why I was with Bob. Duh, I am his neighbor and he called me! The whole time this was going on I kept thinking [ Is this going to happen to me someday? Be alone and in trouble.] Scary stuff. I am 61 in November and I am getting tired and worn out, I hope I can make it to 90 with no major problems...


And if the day comes, that she does bump me off, she'll be able to get away with it. She's very persuasive!
On the way back to NYC I made a detour to Syracuse to check in on the wife of one of our buddies who died at NERW. I did some heavy lifting and yard work around the house because that's what friends do, I never even had the pleasure of meeting Jim face to face after 15 years.



goddrauG wrote:It's sad that I'm way too far away from any of you to actually meet you in person.



BillS wrote:Not me! I don't worry about the being alone part. I'll be 70 in April (seems unbelievable) and my loving wife owns several firearms (and very proficient with them) and when I am giving her a hard time, she casually reminds me that she prepares my food.And if the day comes, that she does bump me off, she'll be able to get away with it. She's very persuasive!



GSkid wrote:My only major hangup is that if I die, I hope I am found quickly.
I was asked by police to help identify my dead next door neighbor several years ago. It was summer in Wisconsin, temperatures in the 90s and very humid. He was 42 and died from a deadly combination of methadone and alcohol. He had been dead for days and the smell was nauseating. He was starting to decompose and it wasn't a pretty sight.
I've always promised myself that when I get old, I'm going to call or text certain people everyday so that they know I'm still alive. If they don't hear from me and I'm dead, they will discover my rather quickly. That way they won't find a smelly, decomposing mess.

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