Today is the anniversary of my mother's birth. She died in 1994, of an untreated stroke.
She was outgoing, always up for a good time, and the joy of my father's life. He was a rather glum soul, given to long stretches of not talking or socializing. Without her, he had so few social outlets, and simply pined away over time.
She was only a few years older than I am today - about 6 years. Due to complications of rheumatoid arthritis, she had been in a wheelchair most of the last 15 years of her life.
I sometimes wonder whether Obamacare would have thought her life worth continuing. If not, they would be wrong; she brought a lot of joy to everyone who knew her.