It took her five minutes to work her way into a spot it would have taken me 10 seconds. When she was 10 or 15 minutes late, I got worried and went outside to see if she’d arrived. One day, when she would have been 92 or 93, I arranged to meet her at the East York Town Centre for a coffee. And she did a lot of driving: her husband died young and so she drove to work, to the grocery store and everywhere else anyone would have to go. She was a very good driver she never tired of telling us, and never had an accident or even a parking ticket in all the years she was behind the wheel. She stopped when her last car got so old that it gave up the ghost. My Aunt, who was 96 when she left this mortal coil in 2013, drove until she was 94.
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