How depressing! My father was 90 when he was hospitalized and we were told he wasn't going to make it through the week. He recovered and went on a cruise with his girlfriend. The next year he visited my sister and her family on Thanksgiving. He died a couple of years later because, by that point, his health was deteriorating quickly.
Last week my neighbor had a birthday party. It was his 98th. He even tried to kiss me on the lips. "It ain't over 'til it's over."