Mom's Aunt Grace, that is. 86. Nearly blind. Nearly deaf. Not able to walk more than a few feet at a time. She got on an airplane and flew from CA to MO. Alone.
Mom and I saw the porter wheel Grace out of the gate but didn't catch up to them until the baggage carousel. Mom touched Grace's shoulder and she beamed, sure we were there, even without seeing or hearing us. "It's wonderful to get old," she said. "People wait on you hand and foot."
Grace sees light. Macular Degeneration has robbed her of most of her sight, but nothing will ever take away her ability to see the light.
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And by the way, Happy Birthday to you, Missy!
I knew there was an up side to getting old.
;)
Love that!
Not only does she see light, she radiates a fair share of it on her own!
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