I have circled the Sun fifty times while my Father managed only sixty-eight. My maternal Great Grandmother took her rest after 108 years, and the days left for me will likely fall somewhere in between. I intend to spend them living on and walking the twenty-five acres of wooded land that she walked before me. With any luck, my last breath will whisper among these trees. Then the wind, the water, the soil, the roots, and my animal companions will reclaim each blessing they’ve ever offered me.