On December 17th my grandmother will turn 105!
She was born on the first anniversary of the Wright brother’s flight at Kitty Hawk, just to show how much has changed in the world since then.
I love her more than myself. I was the oldest granchild, and that made me feel special. She’s the last of her generation in my family, the oldest person in her nursing home, the oldest member of her church, and so on.
Her hearing and eyesight aren’t so great, and she can’t walk too well, but she’s still mentally OK, and her bottom teeth are her own. She had to go to the dentist a couple of years ago, and they treated her like a queen, telling the family they’d never treated anyone of that age.
My most treasured possession is the candy dish she had in her home. It’s one of my earliest memories, trying to sneak candy out of it while we grandchildren would be at her house.
Grandma, I love you!