Old people

Let tears for him therefore be all our treasure,
And in our wailful naming him our pleasure;
Let hating of ourselves be our affection,
And unto death bend still our thoughts' direction.
Let us against ourselves employ our might,
And putting out our eyes seek we our light. - Philip Sidney, "Arcadia"

I've been thinking a lot about what kind of old person I want to be.

I want to be that old person who's attending daily Mass, walking down the aisle with a cane and making his way to communion. I want to be that old person who tells stories around the dinner table, especially stories of his parents and grandparents and their lives to his grandchildren. I want to be that old person who reads books all day and smokes cigars at night, cigars that were aged in a humidor with a key and kept at a consistent humidity level.  I want to be that old person who's still working because he wants to.  I want to be that old person with a great love story.