Wearing Someone Else's Genes

My a-Great Aunt Eleanor turned 90 last weekend.  Her sister, my other aunt, threw a birthday party for her and I went with my mother.  The party was actually really nice, I've always loved Aunt Eleanor..she's a spunky lady.  Her husband died back in 1981 after a drunk driver plowed into their car...killing him and the husband of the couple they were with while my aunt and the wife survived.  They never had kids so she spread her love among her nieces, nephews and their kids (myself included).

At the end of the afternoon, my mother's cousin's wife..Jesse..was talking to amother and me. 

Jesse:  Aunt Eleanor is just amazing...still driving, volunteering...just so wonderful for her age!

Mother:  Yes..the lifespan in the family is remarkable..  ::chuckles::

Jesse:  Well, you two (looks at me and my amother) are so lucky to have those genes!

Mother:  You're right about that..  (uneasy look at me)

Me:  I'll bring the car around.

I mean...I know that Jesse might not know that I'm adopted but it really bugged the shit out of me.