My mother is 92 going on 25. A few years ago she broke her hip, looked up at me in amazement from her hospital bed and said, “Does this mean I’m old?” I said, “Never.” And it’s true.
I’m only 81 going on 25. So far I’ve crashed twice on my left knee when I tripped because I didn’t watch where I was going. The first time I just missed our flat screen Tv, the 2nd I was sure I broke something. Bones holding strong. I was holding one eye closed after glaucoma drops. We finally had a tree cut down because I was getting a little bit nervous trying to trim it from the top of a 10’ ladder while my husband was away (so he wouldn’t stop me). That interior clock doesn’t seem to be working.
Please tell your mother I met a lady of 104 at the beauty parlor who had just come back from a 15 day trip to the Holy Land—she had an awesome time and hopes to go again. There’s our role model!