The Gift

Grama has been planning her birthday party this year, ever since her last birthday came and went.  She’ll be 85 on Wednesday, and she’s still a keg of dynamite.  Walks everywhere, does everything for herself, makes plans, and lives her life.

She married Lee a few years ago.  They really bring the best out of each other.  At 92 he doesn’t move as well as her, but his mind is still razor sharp.

They talk about death like how everyone else talks about the weather.  They know they have more days behind them than they have ahead of them, and they’re ok with that.  Mom gets freaked out when they talk like that, but I admire it.  Really, we’re all just one misplaced step away from death’s door.  Tomorrow is promised to no one.

Without being dramatic about it, they really do see every day as a gift and they live their lives that way.

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