I want to grow old disgracefully like my Grandma. We lost her to cancer a few years ago at the age of 87. Very quick and quite unexpected.Just a few of her escapades.....

She was famous for taking cuttings wherever she went - including the rather nice tea room we visited.(That vase of pinks with "cuttings" still attached was really too good to miss!It wouldn't have been quite so embarrassing if she hadn't loudly explained how to do it to Sarah and Kathryn.)
She turned up to our wedding with her leg strapped up because she crashed a child's trike into a wall.Having had "one over the eight" she thought it would be a good idea to organise a bike race round the garden.
In her 80s,She was the victim of an armed robbery at my uncle's house in South Africa. A shotgun was held to her head and she was told to lead the robbers to the safe.She promptly ran through the lounge door and pushed the sofa under the doorhandle so they couldn't get in. When they ran round the outside of the house to get her , she picked up an armchair and threw it through the window at them-injuring one of them and causing them to run away.

Again, in her 80s, she fell off the rather large swing in our garden. She was going really high and then boasted to Kathryn and Sarah that she could swing without holding on...........

I could go on. That lady was 4 foot 10inches of dynamite. She lived life to the full,and once described herself in these words,"I can't grow old - because I haven't grown up yet!"

If she's in heaven(And she wasn't quite sure she'd get there!) then there will certainly never be a dull moment!