former neighbour died less than a week ago, aged 99. Until a year ago she was living on her own with a little help from me. She has always been happy and contented. She had some dementia in her final years but not enough to stop her enjoying life. A year ago she went into a nursing home because she needed a bit of extra help with personal care. On her final day of life she was sat in her wheelchair looking forward to lunch. The carer wheeled her into the dining room. By the time they reached the table she had died, quietly, painlessly, just breathed one last time and left this life. I think she would most definitely have said that life after 80 was worth living.
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