The ppl in my family tend to live really long too. My other grandmother passed away about 8 years ago, she lived by herself till 2 weeks before she died at age 94. Completely coherent and could care for herself right up to the end. Even the day before she died she was telling us she's ready to go see her husband. He died when my dad was only 14 and she was old-school, never dated or got involved with anyone. Marriage was forever to her. She basically raised me. To this day there is nothing I wouldn’t give to have her back. She was hands down the single most important person in my life until my kids were born. Sometimes "twice" I have this dream where I go back in time and me and my friends are playing in my yard but I'm my age now and I go next door to see her and I she knows it's me from the future coming to visit her. I woke up crying both times, literally tears in my eyes. Even right now I'm sad thinking about it. I was a mess the last time she saw me, drunk all the time, barely working and always broke. It kills me that she never got to see me snap out of it and get to where I'm at today.