It's so sad, to get old. One of my favorite people in this world is my husband's grandma. I've only known her a couple years since I've been with my husband. My daughter's middle name is her name. She's just an amazing person and she's 90 now. She's doing alright but I get worried when I'm around her sometimes, because I'm not sure how long she has. She has really hard days sometimes. I can't imagine what it will be like without her but it's something you think about a lot. There seems like there's nothing good about getting old, it's so unfair. To weather all of these storms, to outlast all of these people, to go through so many hard time and get through them -- and all of that hard time results in doesn't seem to look like a great way to have to wake up being every morning. It's just very sad. But I still hope I'm as tough as she is if I make it to 90. I really look up to her.

I hope your friend comes out of this alright. He's lucky to have you.