She’d walk each day to the store, a cane in one hand, cigarette in the other. She quit at age 90, walking... not smoking.
Shortly after her 93rd, I sat beside her on the tiled bathroom floor waiting for the paramedics to arrive.
One-third of old ladies die within a year of a hip fracture.
Damn statistics.
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Yes, my grandmother was one of those stats in her 70s.
Glad you were there to sit with her.
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