Last week, I presided over the funeral of a 96-year-old lady. She was a remarkable woman who graduated from hospice twice. The first time she willed herself out, she told her daughters, “I’m not going to die, I’m going home.” And she did.
Shortly after that, she walked in Southwest Christian Hospice’s 5K and raised the second-highest amount of money. Two days before falling and breaking some ribs, she had been on her treadmill and exercise bike.
When I visited her in the hospital, I asked, “Don’t you want to make it to 100? You’re so close.”