I really really wish I had a picture of this woman but I just met her yesterday and it would be kind of weird to ask her if I could take her picture and post it on the internet. I would think it was weird, so I know she would too. Her name is Fern. Isn't that a perfect old person name? Fern? It's straight out of Charlotte's Web. I love it!
Fern is in my ward and she was the Family History Consultant before she was called to teach primary and I took over the F.H.C. calling. I went to her house last night so I could meet her and have her impart all of her knowledge to me (everyone has been telling me how great and wonderful she is and all I could think was "oh great...another amazing person for me to replace!").
Now, this wasn't one of those moments when you meet someone who has all of these cool stories and is fiesty and you think "Man, I want to be just like them when I'm 80 years old!" This was a true "That's me!" moment.
Of course Fern doesn't work, and I don't know what she did if or when she worked, but she keeps pretty busy during the week. She works at the temple, she volunteers at the Family History Center, she goes to the gym to do water aerobics (sometimes she takes walks around the neighborhood instead), and she travels all over visiting her 6 children, 30 some odd grandchildren, and 14 great grandchildren. And she has snow white hair. Not the Disney princess Snow White, but her hair is as white as snow. (I secretly hope my hair turns white...not yucky gray.)
She is also very tech savvy for her age (I met her son who was visiting and HE has white hair too, so you know this woman is old old). I was very impressed that she was completely comfortable with the internet and besides the fact that she felt she had to double click on everything, her computer navigating skills were far above those of her peers.
So it was nothing special...I just had a little epiphany that that was what I would truly be like as an old lady. The End.