Eighty and Out

Two sisters. One promise. And a date with destiny neither could have foreseen.

Back in the 1950s, when my younger sister Jeannie and I were kids, we made a pact not to live past age 80.

We'd seen our Aunt Violet waiting to die in the nursing home, and we decided that wouldn't happen to us. We'd live life to the fullest and go out on our own terms.

Little did we know what fate had in store for us.