My maternal grandmother lived to be 96. My paternal grandmother is still alive and will be 100 this year. Her mother, my great grandmother, lived to be 102. Both my parents are still alive and in decent health in their mid 70s. Baring any severe accidents, I feel like I’m going to live into my late 90s, which I’m not thrilled about. My soon to be 100 grandma has been ready to die for a decade. Her husband died in 1992. All her friends are dead. One of her children is dead. Some of the children of her friends are already dead. She is very healthy and lives comfortably with my aunt and uncle, but she’s lonely just the same, and I feel bad for her. Nothing much makes her happy anymore. I know people wish for a long, healthy life, but the idea of outliving everyone you love seems miserable.
My maternal grandmother lived to be 96. My paternal grandmother is still alive and will be 100 this year. Her mother, my great grandmother, lived to be 102. Both my parents are still alive and in decent health in their mid 70s. Baring any severe accidents, I feel like I’m going to live into my late 90s, which I’m not thrilled about. My soon to be 100 grandma has been ready to die for a decade. Her husband died in 1992. All her friends are dead. One of her children is dead. Some of the children of her friends are already dead. She is very healthy and lives comfortably with my aunt and uncle, but she’s lonely just the same, and I feel bad for her. Nothing much makes her happy anymore. I know people wish for a long, healthy life, but the idea of outliving everyone you love seems miserable.