Longevity runs in my family. Mostly on my mom’s side, but some people on my dad’s side did pretty well too. Especially my great-grandmother. We called her Grammy, because that’s what my dad called her when he was little.
This photo is from 1975, and pretty well depicts her as I think of her, even though I was only two years old when it was taken. She was 82 years old in this photo. She would go on to live another 21 years. Twenty-one. Two… one… She died at 103! When I was 23!
Her longevity has kind of set an upper limit on how old I think I could live. A bunch of women on my mom’s side have lived to 90, so that’s probably a more realistic number. But you never know. Science advancements and all that.
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