My grandmother's last sister died yesterday. She was 96 years young, 97 next month. Talk about a great, long life! There must just be wonderful longevity genes on that side of the family. All of the women on that side have lived to grow old, at least to 90 something.
A great, long life I'd say! She was born a couple months premature and had no fingernails, toe nails, eyebrows and lashes when she was born. Her family put her in a shoe box behind the wood stove...their incubator of sorts 100 years or so ago. It's amazing she even lived. Then, 96 years later...you get the picture.
She was fine up until about 2 months ago, then she went downhill fast. So, tomorrow will be a funeral. I just hope it doesn't rain. I hate funerals in the rain. Well, I don't particiularly like funerals anyway, but especially if it rains.