Sometimes when you struggle and climb to reach that pinnacle you realize that the struggle was the only thing keeping you alive. The thrill and despair of fighting for your life leads to an end to the suffering. Now you are a blank slate at 62 and the tools to recreate yourself are gone. The fight was not to survive but to rest in peace. No friends, but no enemies, no debts, but no assets. The victory is not achieving even greater accomplishments but to rest. Last week as I completed the series of tests ordered by my cardiologist, I returned home with no more to…
