I know this person, she was married to that man. A rather great individual, an eye surgeon.
I was on vacation at their Canary Island house and he was on a diet and working out. In his well-advanced sixties, he was swimming every day and eating simple, small meals.
Then one day, he stopped doing that. He started snacking whenever he wanted, just sitting in the pool etc. A few days later, we’re having a nice dinner and he’s eating well. Later he insists into gifting me clothes, really cool shirts –albeit too large that I still have.
He passed away that night. I always felt that he knew something that we didn’t, that he chose to leave this way. Of course, she was pretty devastated.
Well, she’s in her 80s now and about to get married again.
The human will to reach for happiness. I just find that fabulous. Whatever it is, it’s never too late. I say that often these days, paraphrasing Raph Koster: “happiness is a process, not a destination.” (meaning that happiness comes and goes and that you’re always looking for it; focus on elements that create happiness around, and you’ll be “happy” most of the time)