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One last thing, the most important thing in terms being, "elderly": Humor, lose it and you are elderly, babble and your are elderly.
I have had the occasion to in minor ways help care for three men in their 90': my grandfather, my wife's grandfather, and my wife's step father.
Interesting mix of men.
My wife's grandfather, Jack (we named our son after him) was my favorite, with the other two close seconds. Humor was the tie breaker. Funny wins.
I would pick Jack up from Cedar Lane, the old folks home he was in, every Sunday for early dinner at our place. Jack was a bourbon drinker and at his age, 94, I felt certain that I wasn't contributing to his early demise by getting him a fifth a week of Maker's Mark.
Depending on the time of year, after dinner Jack and I would take a circuitous route back to Cedar Lane and laugh all the way on the back roads he roamed as a young man.
He was quick and funny til the end.
He wasn't elderly, he was funny with a grin in his eye.
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