What does one do on their 87th birthday… well, if you are Aunty, you might start celebrating the day before. Yesterday, we kicked off the day with some Stevie Wonder Moments, for us that involved pl
I must have cried three different times yesterday, tears of happy joy, just to see Aunty, first of all, alive, second, happy, and third, healthy enough to dance and sing.
The day only got better as her best friend, Gracie came a calling. Gracie adores Aunty almost as much as I do. We greeted Gracie at the door while we had Tommy Dorsey’s Greatest Hits CD, playing Opus One. After some jitterbugging, the three of us formed a prayer circle and asked the Dear Lord to continue blessing our amazing Aunty.
Today, Gracie called to say, “I went to bed glowing last night.” And my mom’s sister, Aunty Joan, who’s been a bit depressed lately, called to say… “Aunty Helen is going to outlive us all. She’s a hot-ticket. She’s helping me regain my spirit for living.”
When Aunty woke up this morning, she continued carrying on about her new friend Scottie, who happens to be a good looking 43 year old man who truly enjoys chatting with Aunty. I knew exactly who she meant when she asked, “What was his name again?” Then, after her usual breakfast of whole grains, flaxseed, blueberries and organic yogurt, she stepped outside to the waiting van (the ride to her day program) and she was greeted by another handsome, young man, who was holding a rose for her.
I can see it now, at the vivacious rate she’s going, for her 90th birthday, we’ll have a house filled with roses, suitors at the door, and an invitation to fly to the moon with Tony Bennett. Anything is possible with Ageless Aunty…
Remnants of an 87th Birthday Party