A Life Well Lived
My dad at 100 was just as alert, smart, funny and cheerful as he ever was. Everyone always told me how lucky I was to have him in my life for so long. My reply was always an enthusiastic "I know!", followed by, "And he's sharp as a tack--because you know, living to 100 isn't worth anything if your mind isn't intact, if you've lost yourself to dementia, or you don't have a good quality of life." I am forever grateful for his (and my) good fortune.