Late Bloomers: women who hit their stride when the world wasn’t looking(and why that gives the rest of us room)Hi friends,I come from late bloomersMy dad was almost 103 when he died. Lucid and sharp to the end. Hearing like a bat. He worked until he was 90 and cared for my mum after a brain injury she lived with from when I was seven. He couldn’t sit still. He believed in formal education—his