I found this post a couple months ago, but have waited until now to share it. I saved it on purpose because in her poem, she is 51 years old, and this weekend I celebrate my 51st birthday. I too hope to be the “ninety-something grandma” in the nursing home who sits down to the piano and remembers the songs of her youth.
I have thought about this word many times in recent days. Longevity. I’ve often said I hope to be the ninety-something-year-old grandma playing the piano at the nursing home. My family usually chuckles or says, “I’m sure you will be!” Typically, we think of longevity in reference to long life. Obviously, I have no way […]