They say that the key to a happy old age is a bad memory. :)

I will be 84 in a couple of months and and I'm finding that lately I have a lively sense of my mortality, quite naturally, I think, given all the people I have lost in recent years. But the more I think on it, the more comfortable I have become with the notion.

Some time ago I learned that I can forgive anything that I can truly understand. Thus, if I now understand the hurtful and cringeworthy, and just plain dumb things I have done in the past, I can forgive them. I'm still working on some of them. :)