“Pearl, you are closer to heaven,” said my granddaughter Lillie when I told her how old I was on my birthday March 13.
Lillie is five but quite the philosopher.
With those six words, she pretty much sums up the optimistic attitude I should have at this point in life.
Many of us can remember when we were kids that 65 was old. “Those” people walked with achy knees, sported thinning gray hair,…