The Surprising Joy of Turning 70

I’ve taken inventory of what aging means to me, and it’s a lot better than you might think

I am far left with my brother, Darryl, and Mom and Dad, circa 1956.

It can mean the difference between life and death. My Dad died when he was 64. A life shortened by several frailties brought about by a lifetime of fighting personal demons. My mother died when she was 95. She survived a lifetime of emotional pain, but her…