My Nanda is 93 and in hospice right now. She lived in her own house alone until about 6 months ago (her oldest son and nephew visited with groceries and stuff after Grandpa died in '93, but it wasn't truly needed until her heart surgery in '11) and she was such an amazing dancer. Grew up poor as fuck and it broke my heart to throw out all this food that expired in '15 today but it's a testament to both her food insecurity early in life and the self-discipline she has to not get fat to just use everything up.