🌿 At ninety-eight, life moves more softly now. The rooms are quieter, my steps slower, my hands a little weaker — yet my heart is overflowing with gratitude for every sunrise I’ve been allowed to see 💛.

🌼 I have lived through seasons of joy and sorrow, laughter and loss. I have watched the world change, people come and go, and time gently take what it once gave — but it has never taken my ability to feel thankful 🤍.

🤍 At this age, the most precious gifts don’t come in boxes or ribbons. They come as a remembered name, a gentle “How are you today?”, a smile when I repeat an old story for the hundredth time.

🙏 I don’t wish for anything expensive or grand. Just a quiet blessing. A simple prayer. A peaceful thought sent my way — reminding me that I still matter, that I am still seen ❤️.

🌟 And if you read this, think not only of me, but of every elder sitting quietly somewhere, hoping their life is remembered with kindness and love.
Because to be remembered… is the greatest gift of all ✨💛.