My poor Dad dropped dead in his street nearly 9 years ago.Never been ill in his life.Massive heart failure,5 in the morning on his way to work.died alone.My outlook on life since then is that if you are lucky enough to live to an old age,then you should celebrate every day.
My husbands grandma is a great example,we go to see her every weekend without fail and we have a great laugh.She only gave up work two years ago !(81 now)
She always opens a double bottle of white wine,we have one glass each,discuss the world,and she gives me the rest to take home.
We have taken her away on holiday for the last few years and although we are in our 30's with a 12 year old,she gives us a better laugh than younger people.
No hang up's and dead honest.
My Dad would be happy that we are carrying on.