My grandmother lived to be almost 100, as do most of my relatives. I remember one of the last conversations I had with her while she was in the nursing home. She was looking at me with a sort of sad smile, and I asked her what she was thinking about. I was probably in my mid-thirties at the time. She told me that no matter how old her body got, her heart still felt like that of a young girl. Her husband, my grandfather, had passed on many years earlier, but she missed him every day. My great-aunt (my grandmother's sister) and great-uncle passed away within days of each other. They had been married for more than 60 years and they were constantly together. When she died, he said that he just didn't have enough time with her. And then he went too. I want to be the cherished wife whose husband could never get enough time with her. Perhaps one day.
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