Every time I read about someone relatively famous that I know dying, I do quick math in my head. 58. He died from cancer at 58. If I died at that age, Aden and Hunter would be 20. Will we be ready to have them be on their own at 20?
I worry about my health, Mark's. I worry about our financial state of affairs. I worry of leaving the kids before they are ready to have us gone.
And I know that I can't control this. It just is. Your time comes. Your number is up. The diseases take you or accidents. Or you luck out and live an incredibly long life, annoying or pleasing your family members along the way.
I don't know the way to bet with me, but I hope to have at least 30 years with my kidlets. I think that at 30 you start to get it, to understand, to be able to cope all on your own. If Mark and I can both get there with them, it would be truly grand.
I selfishly want more time on this earth but would be happy seeing them on their feet and going strong.
