We lost Husband’s mom on Thursday. She was 98 years old and pretty much sharp right until the last few days of her life. She drove a car until the past couple of years and lived alone until the last few months. She was a classy lady–always dressed to the nines with her hair done and her nails manicured. And lipstick–always lipstick! These last few months, I was her personal manicurist, and it brought us both a lot of pleasure. We’d never really connected on a deep level in the 50-odd years I’d known her beyond our mutual love of her son and grandson. But she loved my nails,…