Today my mother is 34086 days old. That’s 93.322 years.
The age her mother was when she died.
My grandmother has held the record of the oldest anyone has reached of whom I have records. I don’t have that many records, so who knows.
But, if my mother continues to keep going, she will be boldly going where no one in the family has gone before.
We still don’t get along, so I’m not going to tell her any of that.
But, I do find it interesting.
There is speculation that she is proof of "the good die young", but I wouldn't say that as it would be mean...