Growing Old, How To End?

I am growing old.  I have never experienced anything like it.  As a youngster getting older is just getting better at everything you are.  You run faster, you are more agile, and able to navigate the physical obstacles of life as well as the social, emotional, and spiritual.  You are just getting better.  But growing old is monumentally different.  You are not getting better but worse.  You hurt in places you never knew you had and in all the places you did know.  You are slower, deafer, blinder, stiffer, broken and battered, and worst of all, absolutely aware.  I imagine the curse of the Garden will mean that eventually, I will lose my awareness as well; something my mom is living through now.  Is there a silver lining?  OH VERY MUCH SO.  You have lived and you, at least currently, can recall it.  I have visited and hiked all 50 states.  I have hiked the Alps and driven the Dalton Hwy.  I have found the lover of my eternity and love her regularly.  My family is safe, healthy, and present.  I have stood on top of the world, swam in all five Great Lakes, known my body ripped and burned asunder, Died—……….and lived to know it.  I have been a star and a bum; have had friends who would die for me and family I would die a thousand times over for.  My childhood was marvelous, my youth ill-spent, all together ice cold but memorable, and in the end, God in Christ found me and forgave me and spared me from myself.  I have memories that would awe any man and make most believe untrue because of their spectacularness.  I can above all things say…GOD is good.  And if time and eternity persist for me, my retirement is three semesters away and one of the grandest adventures awaits.  How will I move to the end?  The end is in view at least dimly and ending well is a great accomplishment—and as such should take years.  Here is to a lengthy, measured in decades, ending.  GOD, I love you but am so much more grateful You love me!