In 50 years, I have two main predictions.
The first is that I would be dead. Obviously this is possible due to high cholesterol, or the fact that Asians technically have to have a lower BMI than most other races. If that is the case, I will serve Phil’s BBQ at my funeral, perhaps sprinkling a bit of my ashes into every piece of BBQ for my guests. Let’s just assume that won’t happen.
If alive, I will definitely be in retirement. Enjoying a life of freedom. I imagine I’ll be binge watching lots of television shows with Katherine, perhaps watching shows we enjoyed in our youth. We might be in a retirement home, but are more than likely going to be living in our home (we’ll have one by then). Hopefully our kids will still love us and bring their grand-kids for us to play with.
Yet, Katherine and I will continue to enjoy our memories together. I imagine we’ll do things old people like to do, namely playing games (like Bingo and Mahjong), doing some gardening, going to the spa, and of course looking at young people and judging them for being terrible and the worst generation ever.
