This weekend my neighbor Marie died. She was 3 months shy of her 100th birthday. We've lived next door to her for 9 years and her favorite saying was 'Isn't it nice to have nice neighbors!" She caught pnemonia and wound up in the hospital.
The remarkable thing is that her caregiver was her niece Caroline. Her niece is 83 years old. The pair of them have been a part of the neighborhood for years and years. Unfortunately Caroline caught pnemonia as well and is now herself in the hospital. She missed Marie's memorial service.
Marie was born in 1908. Her mother died when she was 2. Her father was away in WWI at the time. She was passed from relative to relative until her father returned. They moved to Seattle in the 30's from the midwest looking for a better life. She outlived 3 husbands but had no children of her own.
Sitting at her memorial service on Monday I heard about how difficult her life had been. Yet in the 9 years I'd known her she had always been unflaggingly positive and upbeat. I've met only one other centarian and it's clear to me that long life is as much about attitude and it is genetics.
As my 3 year told me the other night; "I miss Marie."
Get well soon Caroline.
John E. Temple, Jr.
Co-founder of A Place for Mom