Daily Prompt January 8, 2026

 

What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Here’s why I love this prompt!

If you were to look in my blogs you will find numerous posts about my living to be 112.

I know, beyond all doubt, that I am going to live until July, 2069.

Let me explain why I am positive about this.

Throughout my life, starting around the age of ten and recurring often throughout these past 58 years, I have had a vivid, surrealistic, recurring dream.

One that instills in my subconscious that in July, 2069 I will cross the River Styx into my personal Valhalla.

It is all part of my having this “LightHouse” gift/curse.

My “all of a sudden” knowing things past, present and future.

I don’t see the future nor can I see a stranger’s past.

I do not see dead people nor talk to invisible spirits

I simply “know” things without knowing how I know them.

I knew the moment my Mom was murdered, my Brother’s suicide, many friends deaths and I actually “felt” my son Jordan”s suicide.

When my Father died, I saw him at the foot of my bed. (We lived 1000 miles apart and he died at the same time I ‘saw’ him.)

But, like always, I have wandered way off topic.

Forgiveness please, I’m old and the 60’s were good to me.

Occasionally my subway misses stations.

Back on track …..

Although I will be Blessed with longevity it will come with a cost.

Even in the spirit realm it’s “No ticket, no laundry”. Everything has a price and a cost.

The price of my longevity is high.

As the decades roll past I will lose body parts.

Not all at once. Thank the Creators!

I have already paid a deposit and the first sixty years of dues.

To date, I have cashed in a kidney, my gallbladder, my hearing, a third of my liver, eighteen inches of bowel, all my teeth, oh, and my spleen.

Believe me when I say that the exploding spleen was the most horrific pain I have ever experienced.

It literally exploded, causing me to bleed out, then expire, subsequently revived and put on life support for a few weeks.

We will not mention the rebuilding of my neck in 99 or the 7 Cauda Equina surgeries in the past four years.

No sense mentioning the thirteen times legally dead and brought back, followed by periods of time on life support.

And I have 43 more years to go!

Maybe next time they take a toe.

That would be better than my final toll.

This I positively know,

it’s not near my time to go.

So keep in mind before you go,

This old LightHouse told you so.

I’ll be a hundred and twelve when I go.