Living 100 years
March 10, 2008 on 12:14 pm | In Uncategorized |My great grandmother, Sadie Woodall, passed away yesterday. She was 100 years old. I can’t even fathom living that long. She outlived her husband and four of her children. How strange to live in a world where everyone you grew up with died a long time ago. But I know she’s in a better place now, and I hope she’s surrounded by those loved ones that she missed. She led a good life, and she had her wits about her up to the end.
I don’t necessarily intend to live that long, but I hope others will be able to say the same about me. You know, that I had my wits about me. Or maybe that I was a tough old broad. I like to think I will be.
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You’re a tough broad now…of course you will be when you get old. Hitting young whipper snappers with your brick-filled purse and such.
Comment by Brandi — March 13, 2008 #
Yeah, I think that was the image that came to mind when I thought Wendy+old.
Comment by Adena — March 13, 2008 #
Lol. That would be awesome. It would probably pay off if people thought I was at least a little senile, because then they couldn’t get so mad at me when I hit them with my purse. Or cane. Or whatever’s handy.
Comment by Wendy W — March 14, 2008 #