"This is what 78 looks like"
Readers will know that I'm a bona-fide atheist, which also makes me the perfect candidate for a religion where a deity is entirely optional, which we all know is Judaism.
A long time member of my particular sect was giving today's "drash," which is a commentary on the weekly Torah portion (the "New Testament" isn't part of our canon, if you didn't know) and he was commenting on one of the injunctions, which was to respect people with grey hair, aka, the elderly.
He pointed out that in a few weeks he would be turning 78... I was stunned, because I had always assumed he was in his late 60's, so finding out he was, in fact, 10 years older was rather surprising.
At the same time, it also made me sad, because I realized that there is a slim chance that I will make it to this age; my mother and my sisters died before they reached 55, and my father made it to 76. My chances don't look to good to make it beyond him.
And even though I'm turning 60 in the fall, I don't see think I'm going to be particularly spry at 78. Or even 68.