On April 3, 2009, my mother had a little 97th birthday celebration in her room. Goodie got her out of bed and dressed her and brushed her hair. My cousin and her husband came. My daughter came, and a friend of mine came. Plus me, plus Goodie.
She asked me, “Am I 100?” I told her no, she was 97. She wanted a Reuben sandwich. I got her one. She ate it.
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