Age, With His Stealing Steps, Hath Clawed Me In His Clutch.

-Hamlet (5,1,73-4), William Shakespeare


When my mother had her first heart attack I flew out to New York to see her.  One afternoon while visiting her in her hospital room she stopped talking and gazed sadly out the window.  When I asked her what was wrong she turned her face back toward me and said, "When I was young I used to think that seventy was so old."
She died three years later.

This article brought this memory back to me.