My wife’s grandma lived to 99 and died the day before she turned 100. On Christmas Eve. During her last 5-6 years she lived in a convent and the nuns took care of her.

They had a solarium where they would spend a few hours in the afternoon. There were a dozen species of birds and that lived there and built their indoor nests.

The elders would sit and close their eyes and listen. They looked as though they had left our world and entered another. A slight smile on their faces, calm bodies and a sense of utter peace. It was really something.