Annie Doherty was a remarkable women. A formidable woman. A kind, caring and thoughtful woman. She did not follow fashion, she set it. In this photo, taken in August of 2016, she is 99 years and 2 months old. It was taken the day after she fired her last physical therapist. She called me down, and said “let’s go”. I thought she just wanted to sit outside. She had not walked to the park this year. So she walks from her house down to Doherty Park, a pretty impressive feat for a 99 year old.
IMHO, she did this to prove to us that she did not need “no stinkin physical therapist”.
Annie had wonderful care from lots of people, and some visiting nurses came to the house. That was WONDERFUL. We will always be so very grateful for their care.
From time to time, she had physical therapy. The Annie Grannie was, for the most part of sweet little old lady. However, she did abuse her physical therapists. Her last physical therapist spent time trying to establish a rapport with her. She came 5 times and really tried to make a connection with her. Well, at 99, the Annie Grannie could still bend down and touch her toes. She kept moving every day. She would do exercises — she just did not like to be told to do exercises. I was in the room when on that fateful day, when, after quite a bit of conversational stroking, the therapist asks “Can you try and raise your arm over your head for me? The Annie Grannie’s response — “Just what are you here for, anyway“.
A couple of the last pictures taken of her are below. She often asked, when is the lord going to take me? She was ready for her journey.
We celebrate and miss her every day.
If I had a nickel for every time I heard, “Hold on, wait a minute”.