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My mother, a grandmother four times and great grandmother to 10, I think, is resting comfortably in the nursing home.
My Dad used to describe people in her condition as being in “bad shape.” That is appropriate here. She has depleted her reserves of energy for recuperation and strengthening.
The kind staff at the nursing home will keep her comfortable as long as necessary and I will send my dark suit and black tie to the cleaners this week, just as I did when my Dad used to tell me others were in bad shape.
Eighty-seven is a good long life by any measure except those who might be 85 or 86 and enjoying their life.
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When I was 18, I remember seeing an
ReplyDelete"older" girl in the neighborhood one night
at a local restaurant. She was turning 21. I
thought that was ancient.
As the years pass, we tend to mark them
with milestones...He's going to be 40. She's
having her 60th birthday. Wow! She made it to
75.
And so it goes. Any age is special...
but that being said...I would love to be the
"ancient" age of 21 again...