103 Years
My great-grandmother, Pansy Miller, died last weekend at the age of 103 (obituary here). Unfortunately, Sarah & I were headed to New Orleans for doctoring so were unable to attend the services. I know no one minded, but I wish I could have been there. While her memory had failed her in recent years, she never failed to be pleasant to me nor to smile when I approached.
I’m one of very few who had the great fortune to not only know their grandparents, but also a great-grandfather, great-grandma Pansy, and her mom, my great-great grandmother “Grandma George” (Leora Davis Riddle). Beyond Grandpa Zimmerman very rightly fussing at us for harassing his chickens, I don’t remember a single cross word from any of them. Maybe I just have selective memory though.
Great people, all of them. Work harder than I ever could, would do anything for any body, and many times have. I’m lucky to have had them, and Adelaide and Jack will realize the same later on.