Damn reading this thing actualy made my eye kinda feel a tad like they were going to mist up..... My Grandma made it to 100 and on her 99th birthday she called my older brother a "damn party pooper" cause he would not have an second shot of Bushmills Black Bush with her on his wedding day....
Why hell I did and I had an 3rd with her also then she settled down to have her fav beer (Millers high life on tap) .
She stayed up well after last call (bar time 2am) I figure she had 4 beers afer the 3 shots and was still coherent.
2 weeks before her 100th B day she called my dad and told him that She wanted to see him and me now.
It was only an 2 hour drive from where we lived to Canada so we went the next morning....... When we got there we took Gramma out for a nice lunch and then she insisted we go to her fav watering hole.... it took her a lot to get my dad to do that cause Dad did not drink..... (and dispised me doing so)
But we went.... it was there after she had and I sneaked one (I was 16 come on! I had to sneak it) a shot of Bushmills Black Bush She told us why she wanted to see us.
"Son and Grandson my 100th year here is next week" And gosh darn it let the kid (me) here have a Shot now.... Oh yes Dad did!.
"The reason I wanted to see you two is to tell you this is my last Birthday I shall not be around any longer after thus".
Grandma left this world as we know it 8 day latter.... that was two days after her 100th Birthday. Now my eyes are welling up.