Of course, that is nothing compared to Pansy, a dear little old lady in our church who turned 97 around the same time. She still has all her faculties, she walks without a cane and can carry on a conversation. She lives at home with her son and from what I understand still does housework.
97! I've got aches and pains right now. In perspective, Pansy was a month and a half shy of her 30th birthday when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. If the Lord allows the Nightfly to live to be 97, he would see the warp drive and meet the Vulcans.
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