Yep, I'm 51 and I don't give a rats bloated behind who knows it. Life hasn't always been a darn daisy farm (and, why would anyone think it would be in the first place?). Anyway, I've brought a lot of crap on my own darn self, so I've always tried to teach our kiddos that life will deal you enough stuff when you least expect...don't go out and help it by creatin' your own avoidable crap. But, I'm generally a really easy goin' guy that cherishes every day, and that likes to laugh and make others laugh. I'd prefer not to be leavin' this earth anytime soon (unless maybe to head to the moon for a week or two just to say I've been there

), so I can be around to see our grandchildren, and maybe even a great one or two.

Plus, there still seems like there is sooo much still left to be done and experienced and so much love and joy to be shared with loved ones.
On a side note (which is what probably lead to this long, reflective post):
I got a text from my sister today, 12 years my junior, telling me that she loved me very much. I've never gotten a text from her...ever. Being so many years apart (she started kindergarten the year I graduated HS), We haven't really been close since she was a toddler and I was just a big, silly brother.
Anyway, when I opened the post, she told me that her husbands (my BIL) youngest brother committed suicide last night. She said it really made her think, and had so many nice things to say about me and my family, and my brothers and their families and all of us. She and her loving hubby have 3 young kiddos and live in Louisiana, so we don't see them all that often.
Yep, life can be just too darn short.
My grandmother on my fathers side always used to say... "Live like you're gonna' live forever, pray like you're gonna' die tomorrow."