My mom is 82. She was baptized in 1953. She was a very beautiful woman(still is). I have a theory that her subconcious reason for becoming a witness was because she trully believed she would not grow old and die. Today, she looks in the mirror and says yuck (even though she always gets compliments when she goes out). When asked "how are you", she says "good enough" in a sad tone (even though she has not had as much as a cold in the past 3 years). She spends the day napping off and on. She won't take antidepressants because she says she is not depressed.
She lives in a state of constant gloom that I attribute to dissillutionment with having grown old in this system (she would never admit this). She did not get what she signed up for and she has not idea how to be happy and old at the same time..I remind her constantly, that she is beautiful and healthy for a woman her age,she looks at me like I'm nuts.
I am making it my life's goal to embrace each day and each precious person in my life. To not take anything for granted. To have dreams that are attainable and then do the work to achieve them. To encourage my children to live up to their potential and to accept the opportunities life offers. I have probably lived over half of my life now, but I am determined not to let my witness upbringing sour my life.