So here I am, 90 years old, and feeling sort of all right, and wondering if I should feel different somehow, or what. My mother lived to be 102, and died in her own bed, and with her total mind, and I wonder if I will match her. Aside from forgetting a name, or where I left something, my mind seems to be clicking along fairly well, except when my daughter needs to help me with finding my way in and out of my computer.

There are things I wish I could still do. When we lived in Minnesota I recorded text books for the blind, and I’d love to still be doing that. I wish I could still sing, but COPD and oxygen 24/7 have disabled my vocal cords. And three knee replacements along with not enough exercise (my bad choice) have limited me somewhat, but I have canes and an electric scooter. And I have two daughters here who take me wherever I need to go. I do have a car myself, but why should I want to cause my kids any stress? I’m happy. And GOD IS SO GOOD! My children had a wonderful dad. I miss him. But I’ve had four wonderful sons, and two precious daughters, and best of all I have my Savior, Jesus Christ, to love me and guide me. Who could ask for more?

— Norma Stockton

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