I've reached the age my Dad warned me about. I'll be at the shops and see a girl I know from school; except it's actually her daughter.
Sorry about your friend. One of my mates just posted on Facebook that his grandmother died at 99. They're family friends and Mum used to go visit her. I reckon it's been at least 35 years since I saw her last, and still remember the kindness and patience of that woman. Imagine being so kind that the memory of it lasts decades. That's gotta be what winning looks like.