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I am so sorry. She most certainly didn't look 95. I have a feeling, she didn't act 95 either.My dad died at 99. He was in a home. His room mate was Fred, he was 98. I lived in another city, but would go twice a month to visit Dad.My dad was never a drinker, but did like cherry whiskey. I got into trouble, I gave Dad the bottle of cherry whiskey. He and little Fred, were drunker than two hoot owls. The nurses said, they were sitting on my Dads bed, with an arm around each other. Their conversation, had the nurses in stitches.However, I was told, booze is always dropped off at the desk. I had though nothing of giving Dad the bottle, he would never have, any more than one drink of anything.
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