The other day I was thinking about this lady that was in my ward growing up, who passed away when I was in high school. She was soo vibrant and her mature age. I got the chance to get to know her better at this little luncheon we had in young women. She was somewhere in her mid 90s when she passed and you would have never guessed it, anytime she bore her testimony or signed a card she would say I am 91 and a half years old, or however old she was at the time. She never ceased to put a smile on my face, or any others. She passed away in her sleep, and Im sure when she got to reunite with her husband she was so cheerful and beaming even more than usual. I grew very fond of her, and I miss her dearly. I can only hope to be half as exuberant when I am only 75. She is truly missed.