Just a Little While Longer
Several years ago, at the end of April, I get a call from my aunt telling me that they’ve moved my grandmother into the hospital wing of the assisted living complex she’d been in with my grandfather (he’d died a few years prior). A thought flashed through my head… “this is it, she’s getting ready to die, but she’ll wait until after her birthday.”
About 4-5 weeks later, on May 19th, I’m on the phone with a car insurance company. My call waiting beeps and I see it’s my aunt. I tell the customer service agent “I’m going to have to call you back, that’s my aunt on the other line calling to tell me that my grandmother’s dead.”
The reason I remember the date is because she waited until the day after her birthday to die so that she could unquestionably claim to be 92 when she died. Story credit: Reddit / kaett