Living the dream!

No mortgage. Never made a car payment or paid rent. I should be able to retire soon.

22 years ago today I was clinically dead, so I guess I'm doing better.

Doing well. Getting ready to retire but still really enjoy my work. Not hating work is a big deal for me. Wife, kids, grandkids, and myself are all in good health and we all hang out together on a regular basis. Loving that family. Reading Sig Forum when I get up, before going to bed, and avoiding MSM keeps me on a pretty even keel. I really appreciate this place. Thanks again Para.

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Getting ready to retire but still really enjoy my work. Not hating work is a big deal for me.

I feel the same. I am several years from retirement and I like my job and the people I work with. That's huge to me.

Not too bad for 78. Retired and took Social Security at 70. I volunteer 80-90 hours a week doing challenging and educational work for a museum and the local Sheriff's Department.

Lift weights 2-4 times a week, ride a bike when the Wyoming weather allows. Diagnosed with COPD, so I know what will kill eventually kill me. Great wife, wonderful kids and grandkids.

As parabellum remarked in another thread, we’re past embarrassment, and that’s why I literally despair for the Nation.

What I guess I’m thankful for is that my personal issues, which include being a daily caregiver, are by comparison so minor in relation to many others’ problems that I am able to perceive how low the nation has sunk in countless ways, and which would have been literally unbelievable at one time.

“How am I?” Thanks for asking because it feels good to blow off a tiny bit of steam, but not good.

Lonely
My dog is close to dying
down in the dumps
In chronic pain

Nothing to worry about, I have my faith in Christ.

I'm grateful, I'm happy and I take it a day at a time. 1/3 of the guys I grew up with are dead, the other third are in prison, final third are doing well or well enough. Happy for what I've got. Thanks Para for this place of sanity in an insane world.

Tuff question to answer honestly.

Hard to be honest when you deal with depression for so many years and it messes your thoughts up.

But I am getting better after 20 years of struggle and am making a strong effort to give away some happiness everyday even if it's just a smile and a hello.

I try to remember that I am not the only person on the street or store or at the office who is suffering today.


Thanks for asking, and I pray all is going well for you and yours Para.

I'm 86. I have a wonderful wife. We live in a house that is paid for, in the greatest country on this planet. We eat fairly well. We have a few very good friends. Our health is very good, considering age. Although somewhat mobility limited, I am able to do most of what I need to do, and my wife is in great shape and can out-do most women (and many men) who are twenty years younger. Grandsons are doing well, one in med school, the other in law school.

All told, we're doing pretty well. Thanks for asking.

I am okay.

Wounds caused by ingrown hairs and the body attacking them are healing slowly.

House is paid off, and bills are paid.

fighting my Diabetes, but have to find a new provider as our family doc (nurse practitioner) passed away last week at 46 years of age due to a severe stroke.

I sometimes get frustrated, but I know giving up isn't going to work as I have two sons that need an example.

Love you guys and gals.

Could be better. We lost my dad April 28, 2021 to pneumonia after a months long downhill journey after he got the covid jabs.

My wife lost her dad to a stroke November 22, 2021 after he had just months earlier been blessed with a new heart and a new chance at life.

We were blessed with a pregnancy this past November. We had been trying for a year. At our ages, 43 and 40, she really was such a gift from God. My wife's mother was visiting us at the time we found out our happy blessing and she was overjoyed at another grandbaby.

Her mother left on new years day. She was diagnosed with lung cancer 10 days later and passed on the 27th with my wife and SIL by her side at MD Anderson in Houston. My wife made it home Monday, January 30th, my dad's birthday. She was mourning and and upset, but took comfort that we had our baby and was convinced God gave her to us to help her through the loss of her mother.

On Thursday, February 2nd, we woke to something horrible. An ER trip and ultrasound confirmed our worst fears; our baby girl Catie was gone at 16 weeks. Or, in the cold words of the discharge papers, "fetal demise."

Yesterday, we got up and went to the loading dock of the hospital to pick up our child's remains. I have two WONDERFUL stepsons, ages 14 and 20, that I am proud call my boys, but Catie would have been my first blood-child. Sitting there in the truck with my wife, next to a dumpster on one side and the ramp they wheeled by dad's body out on the other side, I signed my only daughter out of the morgue. Yesterday was almost impossible, but arrangements are made and her obituary is written. All that's left is an empty hole in our hearts that will never be filled.

https://sprywilliams.com/obitu...bin-catherine-catie/

I'd say somebody just shoot me, but I love my wife and boys too much to leave them alone in this cruel world. So in lieu of a bullet, somebody just go ahead and kick me in the nuts. If you can't do that, if anyone has any room on your prayer list, we would sure appreciate your prayers.

^ dkjbama that’s a rough trail … surviving children is … (no words)

You’re in our prayer.