I called my cousin Rose Friday evening. She’s actually the widow of my cousin Ron, but I don’t think cousin-in-law is a word. Anyway, I’ve known her all my life so I just call her my cousin. Ron died three years ago at the age of 91. Rose will hit that mark next month. She had a mini stroke in December and uses a walker now, but sounds just as upbeat as ever.

I mentioned that I was going to have cataract surgery on my right eye in a few days. “That’s nothing to worry about. There’s nothing to it. Ron and I both had it done and we were very happy with the results.”

Then she added, “Except that after Ron had his eyes done, he looked at me and said, ‘I never knew you had so many lines on your face!'”

I’m sure he said it with a smile. They were happily married for 64 years.