Rose McGowan was sixty-eight years young damn it! And that’s what she told her kids when they suggested that she move into the local old folks home. Those words alone made Rose cringe, “old folks”. What does that even mean. She much more preferred the term matured adult, thank you.
At this stage of her life she dared to define what others thought was the norm for most elderly people. She felt that it was not the time to bow down and go quietly into the light. No, Rose wanted to light a rocket and blast off into that sucker. So far, she’d been sky diving, scuba diving, and mountain climbing. In her mind, she was healthy and at the prime of her life and no one was going to tell her what she could and could not do.
Rose had managed to be a loving wife, nurturing mother to…
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