My Friend Rose

My friend Rose is 92 years old and will be 93 in May. She used to live right across from us and owns a Beauty Shop. I used to go have tea with her quite often. We had some good visits. Then she went to live with her son and his wife because she was getting feeble. I had not seen her in quite awhile but today she came to town. I went over and visited with her. She was as glad to see me as I was glad to see her. She has had a lot of medical problems but she is a tough little lady. I think she could live to be 100.

Rose

Rose is my good friend. She is 90 years young. She just got out of the hospital today and is very frail and weak. But she came to her beauty shop to have her hair done. It looked really nice. I hadn't seen her in over a month and she was so glad to see me. We had a nice visit while she had her hair drying under the dryer. She had radiation treatments on her head because she had cancer in a tonsil. They got all the cancer and she had a scan that showed she is cancer free. Isn't that wonderful?