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Life Support

So I was in a local bookstore (almost an acronym) yesterday and I was passing by the "Aging" section when a book title caught my eye. LIFE SUPPORT. Naturally I knew what the book was about but it got me thinking about my own concept of "life support." What and who do I need and want at this time in my life for support. It's not like I haven't always needed life support. Don't we all? But I don't think I gave it all that much conscious thought until now. I was busy with getting my career(s) off the ground, being a wife and a mom, getting together with friends. They were all important to me, they are all still important to me but now being older and having my support group all grow older, the relationships have changed, deepened, and have taken on greater value. I have to say my kids top the list. Don't get me wrong, I am far from slighting my husband who was been my rock, my support, my enduring love from the very start and continues to be all of that. Our relationship has grown and deepened and he is my constant, consistent life support. But my kids, well they're all grown up. And they have become a crucial life support for me in ways I never imagined when I was raising them. Back when they were children I was their support. And I still am. But I have been truly blessed with loving, caring, mature children who have become a vital support system for me. They help me, they guide me, they encourage me, they cheer me on, they actually understand me. They are my life support. My husband is my life support.
And my friends... The value of true friends has never seemed so vital, so necessary to my life as it is now. They are there for me as I am for them. When I'm miserable they reach out and comfort me. When I'm happy, I can feel their joy so deeply it can bring me to tears and often does.

I don't want towait to think about life support at the end of my life. I want to think about it now. You might want to do the same. 

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