Last night my girlfriend got a group of us together and we had a girls' night out with her grandma, who was visiting from the east coast. The invite read something like, "Come hang out with my grandma, who is 94, still wears high heels and can drink most of us under the table."
Ann, the grandma, lived up to her reputation and is a life loving, open-minded, well dressed woman. She is liberated and without self-consciousness. My friend said that once her husband died, she came out of a shell and started watching sports, yelling at the tv, and cursing. That makes her sound kind of crass, but she was really quite genuine. She passed on some wisdom too.
As she stared at the Pacific Ocean, she commented on how insignificant we all really are compared to the vastness of the ocean and time. Then she commented that life just keeps getting better, even at 94. She also talked about how seeing family is a treat, not a chore.
Of my grandmas, one died before I was born and the other died before I went to kindergarten, so I missed out a little, in my mind. I spent the evening gazing at this woman in complete admiration and a little disbelief.
I hope to be as bold and positive when I'm 94!