My mom turns 92 today. That makes her the bravest person I know. Old age is not for sissies. She has outlived her husband and her closest sister and her other 2 siblings are sinking into forgetfulness. Mom's memory is not as sharp as it once was, but she is still there.
And today, my sister and I will take her out for lunch and celebrate 92 years.
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And today, my sister and I will take her out for lunch and celebrate 92 years.
Mom is a clothes-horse, a painter, a reader, a church goer, but not a talker about religion or God or Heaven. Her greatest fear is that we will write in her obituary that she loved her grandchildren and her gardening. She wants all of her education and travels highlighted, not the people and things she loved. I tell her she had better stay on my good side.
In some ways my mom and I are alike and in some ways very different. I have learned from her so many things about tolerance and keeping control of your temper and letting others talk. I have learned generosity and valuing education and keeping up appearances. I will never quite measure up to her standards, but I am good enough.
Her great grandmother died in 1925 at 101 years old, so we may have her around for a while more. Old age isn't for sissies. She never was a sissy.