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51 comments:
i think my great great grandma was 91 when she died.
96..my Aunt on my mother's side. Except for my mother all her siblings lived to 90+.
Grandmother: age 101.
My maternal grandmother (aka “Nanny”)=95
96. Grandma. Two years ago.
Maybe my aunt; she was 93.
It's just a number.Live for quality, not quantity. We can go at any moment.
104, my grandmother. My mom is 90 and still going strong!
my grandma was 103 and still had all of her wit.
Grand Aunt- 102.
Great aunt in India lived to be 112
Great -great grandmother and her daughter, my great grandmother were both 100 when they died.
99- maternal grandmother. Most of the women on my Mom's side easily live into their 90's with good health. Also very few wrinkles or gray hair. I love the good genes.
My auntie/Godmother lived until 99.
My mom is still alive and kicking ass at 89.
She'll be 90 in May!
98 My Grandma - Her "baby brother" was 88 when he died.
My dad, who just turned 81!
My maternal grandmother is currently 99.
my maternal grandmother who lived to be 96!
great grandma 102. talking laughing walking
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Well technically speaking there can be only one.
Where do we submit our CDAN NCAA brackets?
My Great Grandmother was 94, I think. Her sisters died in their 90s too.
100. Maternal great grandmother.
My great uncle is going strong at 96- will be 97 in July. Lives in an apartment in Columbus. Gay as gay can be. Was in a concentration camp as a POW in Russia in WWII, captured on Xmas eve. I hope I get some of his healthy genes as everyone else in my family died in their 70s.
Paternal Granny - 93.
I have a couple of uncles in their 90s and still playing golf.
Great Uncle, 106, and he had emphysema.
My mother’s uncle died at 103. He said that his secret was drinking a shot of vodka every day.
My grandpa. He was 96 when he died.
My grandpa. He was 96 when he died.
My great grandmother was 94. I’ve been wondering if the life expectancy of American women is lowering since we all (mostly) have to work and seemingly everything we eat is terrible and carcinogenic.
My maternal grandmother died at 79. Everyone in my family smoked. I'm now older than my mother got to be.
@teachermom---We just celebrated my dad's 91st birthday on Saturday. My dad is a Holocaust survivor who spent his childhood in concentration camps. His dad, a survivor of Auschwitz, died in his 80's. I figure that side of the family has some genetic magic going on. My brother still grouses about the fact that he has (significantly)less hair than my dad and has for years.
My mom (grew up in Israel) passed away at 85
My grandmother lived to 93.
grandmother and my heart...103
103, maternal aunt. She was doing well and sharp as a tack until she got jaw cancer 6 months before she died. Her favorite drink was vodka and water.
Grandmother lived to 99 - died 2 weeks before her 100th birthday.
I despise death. I have never understood it and believe everyone should live forever.
My paternal great-grandfather was 100 and...something? At least 103, but he might have been as old as 106. I have a few other relatives who made it to early/mid 90s.
According to the podcast, Keanu is immortal (allegedly). Possibly a vampire. 🧛🏼♀️🧛🏼♂️
My maternal great uncle at 101. He swindled my mother out of most of her rightful inheritance from my grandfather, who I never knew. My grandfather was a brilliant inventor, thus the uncle swindled me. Never knew this until I was 30 years old. Whenever I am visiting my grandfather's grave, I drink a bottle of water, go to the uncle's grave a few rows away, and have a long piss.
101 My maternal great uncle. 94, my paternal grandmother. Me, all bets are off!
I believe in choosing our own Exit.
When quality of life begins to fail.
We don't get to choose our entrance to this horrible rock... but we can choose when to Leave.
Great Grandma, 103
Great-great grandfather on my dad's side lived to 109. Ate bacon every day. From Scotland, died in the USA.
And in contrast, my great-great grandfather on my mom's side died at 20 (lost at sea/overboard) along the coast of Ischia (island in Bay of Naples Italy) where they lived, leaving his wife 8 months pregnant behind. My great-grandfather was born a month later.
My grandfather lived to be 93.
My maternal grandfather lived to be 106 ,still sharp minded.His dad lived to 82 and had a patent for each year he lived.He left millions when he died my great grand father but he had 2 sons and my grand fathers brother stole every dime.Ron ,my family had a bastard too !
BW life is full in injustice. My mother told me everything after the uncle's funeral. I was living in an apartment with rats at the time.
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