My Grandmother died at the age of 102, alone in her one bedroom apartment, sitting in her armchair, with Bible in hand, waiting for my Mother and Sister to pick her up for Church. She was born in 1898, in Germany, and died in 2000, in Washington State.
I asked her once how she felt about having lived so long and having lived through so much history. She looked at me and her eyes misted up and she said, " I'm lonely a bit; I've outlived all of my friends. "