She's ninety. The one on the right. 90 years of life. She lives across the street from me. I see her some times. We talk about the old days. Well, she talks, I listen and interject now and then. Most days she may not be able to tell you I was there just a few hours after my visit. I've never tested her. She may surprise me. It's funny that each time I see her it seems to me she's surprised like "Hey, your supposed to be somewhere else, aren't you?" She's strong and healthy for a being in her 91st year of walking this planet.
The photo is from her 90th birthday party this past February. I'm so glad to know her. Thanks for your strength, Grandma.
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