:eek: That guy’s 85?!! Holy *^&%$!!!
I think more and more about my father, who basically went hermit after both my stepmother (his second wife) and my mother (his first wife) died. He spent 11 years living in an apartment and never going outside and basically wearing a path between the kitchen, the bathroom, the couch, and the bedroom. Now he’s 82 and a bit and he needs a wheelchair to get around; he can’t walk across the room.
On the other hand, his sister is one year older than him and she still drives and walks and is active.
I think the activity is better for the brain as well; I’m convinced that my father would have a lot more of his memory left if he hadn’t gone hermit and sunk into a life of repetitive pattern.
My deep fear of this fate is a big part of why I walk and go to the gym. And have a counselor. And am trying to drag myself upward to a better level of life in spite of all the strikes against me.