My Grandfather died when he was about 86. He had really bad legs because he was a butcher all his life and going in and out of the freezer had affected him badly. To walk he had a cane and he built himself a pushcart that was sort of like a grocerystore shopping cart, except made from wood with bicycle tires in the back. It gave him the support he needed to walk around our property and to tend his garden.

That garden was his life, about 1 acre of every vegetable you could think of. Funny story, every year my Mom would ask him if the tomatoes were ripe yet and he would say "No, not ready yet Mrs.......pretty soon." However, he forgot to wipe the tomato seeds off of his face........he would always make sure he ate his fill before bringing any to the house for the rest of us.

Sadly, he died working. We found him and his overturned cart laying in the yard one day. I guess he died doing what he loved though.

Don