My grandmother died this month. Very sad. She was 99 years and 7 months old. We were planning to attend a 100th birthday bash in August for her. I believe she lived a life full of adventure and accomplishment...to her standards anyway, and really, that's what counts! A few years back, Her and I were talking about her life and how she felt about getting old. She had told me she was pleased that she had never had any serious issues or been hospitalized in her 95 plus years. I asked her what she would credit that to and she replied, "every day I take 1 baby aspirin , and eat 2 pieces of chocolate...and, I haven't had a man since 1947!" I looked at her with a smile, but she was straight faced! It cracked me up! She seriously loved cats and hated men!!
I was hoping she would live to be at least a full hundred years old...for selfish reasons...I have always used her age against my son! I tell him I'm going to live forever, like grama Vivian!! Well, I have a goal...to actually make it to 100!!
