One Hundred And One

I guess I found my words again. I didn't have anything to say, for weeks. And not just here, I haven't had any words to say to anyone lately. Today my great-great-aunt died. Not many people have a great-great-aunt. Not one that's 101 anyway. One hundred and one. Almost one hundred and two actually. Almost. One hundred and one, that's a lot of years. I'm not even a fifth of that. I'm only eighteen. And eighteen feels like a lot of years. It feels like I've been around for a long time. I can't image living through one hundred and one years. Living through two world wars. Over a century. Think of all the things that must have happened in her life. I can't even picture one hundred and one years worth of love, laughing, loss, life. Just think how many memories that is. How long it must take to look back over what you've been through. I don't know if I want to live for that long, be that old. But with age comes wisdom, and I'd certainly like one hundred and one years worth of wisdom. One hundred and one years. But it's over now. She's at peace. I really hope there's something peaceful and sleep-like after this life.