So today she turned 101.
When I visited her yesterday, she said she never intended to live so long. I told her I doubted anyone did, but I was certainly glad for every day that she's in my life.
I visited her again today (she lives 15 minutes away, so it's not that hard) and then I had lunch with a friend. When I came home, I found a note saying a florist had tried to deliver flowers. I called the florist and told him to deliver the flowers to my mother directly. Then I asked who had sent the flowers.
The florist checked. They were sent by the president of a organization where my mother gets a pension. I said, Wow.
I called my brother and told him the story. He said Wow. Then I pointed out he'll be getting a pension from the same organization, so they'll send him flowers when he turns 101. He said that gave him reason to live.
Since you probably want to see the difference between 100 and 101, here's a picture I took yesterday. For some reason, she didn't feel like getting out of bed.
Oh yeah. I have rewrites to do on The Shade Of The Moon, but they can wait. Today is for celebrating my mother's long and wonderful life!