When I saw my grandmother in her final years, she was going out like a candle. A candle at it’s end, it’s very small and then it flickers a bit a bit until at some undefined point, it’s out.
Parts of her just stopped worked, she became almost blind and deaf, in the final year she could barely walk anymore. She talked in single word sentences. Her brain was still there but it was pulling energy from all over like one of those runaway AIs from a 90s saturday cartoon. The only thing that didn’t stop was her love for her family. She almost died. She hadn’t eaten in days and barely left the bed. But when we all came to say our goodbyes, for some reason she found some energy to continue living for another few months. She started eating again and we could have one last party together.
One day she just didn’t wake up. No heart attack, no thrombose, no weird fall, lung infection or anything. There was no autopsy because it didn’t matter. She was just done, all her energy was spent. To me, that sounds like old age.
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