Really. She did.
Sometimes, with old age you get to keep only one thing - your body or your mind. With my Papa, he got to keep his mind. His body was systematically shutting down. It was 1998 and it seemed that things were coming to an end. He had gout, one kidney, his heart was working at about 20% and his doctors seemed genuinely surprised to see him when he showed up for his unending rounds of appointments.
One particular day it seemed that the end was imminent. At home, Papa had gone into convulsions, writhing and moaning in pain in his bed. My mother was in tears, holding her Daddy close, stroking his head and trying to let him know that he wasn't alone. Nana had taken to pacing back and forth and wringing her hands. She was about to lose her husband of 45 years.
Then, Nana let one rip.
It was a doozie.
Not 30 seconds later, Papa sits straight up - completely lucid.
He only has two words.
"Somebody farted!"
Epilogue:
That nerve induced, putrid toot got us another two years with him.
