My 101-Year-Old Grandmother Hadn’t Left Bed in Two Years—Then She Came to My Daughter’s Birthday With a Locked Red Suitcase and Said, “Take Off Her Left Sock”

“Different year.”

She sang “Happy Birthday” through a tablet.

Normal.

Beautiful.

PART 48 — MARGARET DIES

Not four months later exactly.

Nine.

At 102.

Quietly.

Family around.