My beloved Aunt Mono died when she was 96.
The last time I visited her in Grafton, she asked me in a quiet voice:
"Jerry, what is a computer?"
I started out confident, but as I watched her listen, her eyes started to get glassy and I knew I'd lost her. She had no reference for my explanations. Part of the problem was that, well – it was too many things: a typewriter, a TV, a filing cabinet, a telephone..
The more I tried to explain, the more incomprehensible it became.