Jason's grandmother, aka Mima, is 97 years old. She lives by herself, cooks for her dog (steaks, cornbread, etc.), is extremely feisty, and, well, can't hear a thing. Last week she fell and broke her hip. The day after the surgery she was up and they had her walking (of course with help) - she is a fighter. About five years ago she broke the other hip and we worried it could end her. A broken hip for the elderly doesn't have a good track record.We took the kids to see her last night. Jason had been by before to see her, but she was sleeping. We decided to wait to go back until she might have less pain medicine and would be more aware that we were there. The kids made her cards and they were excited to go. When we walked in the room and screamed "How's it going?", she said, very matter-of-factly, "I wish I could die!" Thankfully, the kids thought she was being silly.
Can you imagine living to be 97? At age 32, my body is a little stiff in the morning, I can't imagine another 65 years to go. My great-grandmother lived to be 102, so I might have 65+ years to go.
Anyway, Mima didn't look great and doesn't like to have her picture taken when her teeth aren't in (oh, to be old!) so I let her keep her dignity and didn't take a picture of the kids with her. The picture above is the kids outside the hospital, doesn't every hospital have an old cannon sitting out front?
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