I went to dinner with my brothers on Sunday. It has been about two years since I have seen my brothers. We don't talk much, or I should say, I don't speak to them much. We were never very close. My Older Brother is two years older than me. The other is three years younger. 

I first noticed that I am the healthiest and look the youngest. My younger brother walked in with this ragged ZZ top beard. He was totally gray. He has had heart issues. He looked like a homeless man. Definitely underdressed for the restaurant my older brother picked. My older brother has several health issues. He has lost a couple of toes to diabetes and has a colostomy bag. Is this what being married for forty years does to you?

We talked together for two hours over a meal. They both ordered pasta while I had a sausage dish. My older brother spoke about working until he turned sixty-seven. He was advised he should plan to live to eighty-eight from his financial advisor. If I had already lost toes to diabetes, I would not have ordered two cannolis to go like he did. I don't see him being very healthy by age eighty-eight.

They say married men live longer than single men. I wonder if that is true if you take suicide out of the equation. More men kill themselves than women. I feel like I would be more like them if I was still married.