I started a new part-time job at a nursing home last night. It's a really great facility and the staff is excellent and everyone there is very well cared for. But I still hope I, and everyone I love, is healthy and fit and independent until they just drop dead at ninety or so. Being confronted with your own mortality isn't hard at all in comparison to being confronted with the possibility of your total dependence and loss of everything you are. It's one of my biggest fears.