Old age is remarkably undignified. As you trace across the land of time, your body gradually degrades, reminding you that time is not such a great healer after all. When you reach your later years, despite the plethora of drugs and potions available today, there is no elixir of youth that brings you back to your glory days.
Still, at least there *were* glory days, full of fun, smiles and immense occasions. The sad thing is that they usually happen when you’re too young and poor to recognise them. Life is a funny old thing – it would be much better reversed.
At 3am on Sunday 15th July, after 93 years on this planet, my grandmother decided that she’d had enough of life. She died after managing to gather an enormous amount of illnesses all at once, as if ensuring that she’d definitely not be coming back. Goodbye, Grandma.