At almost 96-years-old my mom is having a good day, which hasn't been the case lately. Frequently I ask her questions and write down her answers to tuck away and have when she is gone.
Me: Mom what's the secret to a good life?
Mom: You tell me.
Me: No you tell me.
Mom: A happy smile.
Me: I like that.
Mom: I don't think I'm going to be climbing any mountains any more though :-)
