She’s 87 years old and sharp as a tack.
She’s been a widow for twenty years, but has usually had a boyfriend since her husband died.
She lives alone next door. She’s always been like a second mother to me, but we both value our privacy and stay out of each other’s hair most of the time.
She drives (well) and uses a computer. She rarely asks for help with the latter.
She works in the yard and keeps a spotless house.
And now, after probably 70 years with the habit, she has quit smoking.
I fully expect her to be the first one in our family to make it to (and past) the age of 100. Hell, she’ll probably outlive me. And I fully approve.