Had a discussion this morning about my congestive heart failure with Mark. He said I need to start thinking about moving into assisted living. I am just not ready for the used people warehouse yet.

My mind is still working fine and I want to do things but I get exhausted just walking to the mailboxes at the end of the block. Please body, just hold up a little longer.

My sister tells me to suck it up and get on with what remains of my life. She says to not be afraid of death. Since I am not religious, I am sure this is all there is. When I close my eyes for the last time it is all over.

All the things I have learned, all the experiences I have had will be for naught. And nobody will care. I know I lived a pretty insignificant life and no songs will be written about me. But it was my life and I will miss it.