My Great Grandmother had 6 sisters; all lived well into their 90’s; one of them recently passed at 104.
Every few months there would be some sort of “crisis”...she would have pneumonia or something and the Docs would say she likely wouldn’t last through the night. Next morning she would be up, out of bed, and looking to go to breakfast. It actually got to be amusing...someone would send an email to family members....and we would all go “well, I’m sure she’ll be fine!”
When she finally passed away, the staff at the nursing home said it was obvious that she was getting up for the day and just died instantly...sitting on the edge of the bed with her slippers on. They went to check when she didn’t show up as usual for breakfast. Sharp as a tack, for the most part, to the end.
That was my Stella.
Doc always wrote her off.
Everytime we left the hospital we went on a trip.
Traveled 9 or 10 times in her last year.
Her little body was done at 101 and 5 months.
People say “Sorry”.
I laugh and tell em she had it comin.
Death eventuallys knocks at the door.
It’s a Great Life if You Don’t Weaken.
Don’t take life so seriously. No one is getting out of this thing alive.