Viva La Granny!
Yesterday, we celebrated my grandmother's 80th birthday with a big partee at Mamoo's house. It seems like yesterday that I was twelve, and we four kids--my sister, my two uncles (who were about our age), and I--were teaching my grandmother to ride a bike, her goal at turning 50. Soon after that, she would overcome her lifelong fear of water and learn to swim; at 65, she took up rollerblading, and we began to get concerned. By then, she also had a boyfriend 12 years her junior, who begged her to marry him for almost a decade--no dice. She was done with all that.
She insisted on living alone until just a few years ago, until her own dependent, her beloved cat Cindy, died a ripe old age. Then she conceded to move, splitting her time between my mother's house and my mom's brother and his wife's.
She's beautiful and stubborn, with a wicked sense of humor. I've got 37 years to get there.