What am I Doing Here?

A Long Life Doesn't Matter

A Long Life Doesn't Matter
That is indeed a question or prompt that one can look at from several different ways. Things, especially life is different in these days than before. None of my family worked in coal mines in which coal dust was not good for the respiratory system, coal mines could have a cave in, bad again, and carcinogens like diesel exhaust and heat stress. But a person who was a farmer risked cancer from herbicides or tractor accidents.
My brother was in the military and did not become involved in combat but was exposed to Agent Orange. He has been fighting cancer for a few years. While a mechanic of the air planes for the military could have exposure to hazardous chemicals, that caused skin and/or respiratory issues. There could be noise induced hearing loss, physical injuries, or workload stress.
Different eras present different difficulties. Each family has different environments. And no one is born perfect.
My family on each parents' side had stumbling blocks or adversities to identify and overcome. Both sides were immigrants from Europe. They were mostly penniless and young.
I'd like to suggest that for the person in question, here are factors such as household income, cultural background, place of residence, and genetics together. For a family of four children, who went to to live in the world on their own terms, the result could be that the siblings might die within 5, 6, 7 or 8 ears of each other. If they all went on a trip on the Titanic, then, guess what! All might die. If one child was a policeman, the next a doctor. the third a banker, and the fourth a school teacher in the wild west, it could be the same. (I think that I am getting into deep water with my line of reasoning.) Stop reading this if it is confusing or you'd rather not go farther.
My husband and I are about our parent's ages. We are careful with travel and activities. We are eating as healthy as possible. And we exercise frequently. Who knows if someone will sneeze a flu or pneumonia germ in our face. Who knows when a drunken driver will run a red light. And who know when an airplane we are riding on will lose it's engine and crash. If we are going to go then, say , "Good-bye!", give us a hug and be at our funeral. Our next address might be on earth or elsewhere. I just hope I did not have much pain.
Take care ya'll. And take care of our pets if we leave any behind.