My great grandfather died at age 102.

 

I didn’t know him very well, seeing as he lived in Mexico and spoke only Spanish. However it was really inspiring to hear stories about him. Before he got sick back in may, He used to ride his bicycle around town and drink alcohol past the age of 100. He had many stories he collected over such a long lifespan, ones that are now lost to time. He reminds us how precious time is, and how unstoppable of a unit it is. Before he left he would say something along of lines of “I’ve lived too long, if god is ready for me then I would be ready for god”.