THE GREAT CENTENARIAN

Tuesday morning is here. I awakened, stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the light and looked in the mirror. What a fright. Puffy eyes, red nose. If I stick my head out the door and Miss Tuesday sees me. We may lose a whole day and be in Wednesday instantly. When you can scare a whole day off, it means I'm looking pretty rough.

Everyone is excited as we pull up at 34th and Jackson. Mother's house. A little white house nestled in the trees. Billie has the cake. Bud his guitar. He hasn't sang much these last years but he will for Mom's birthday. Its not everyday someone turns "One Hundred." We are all laughing as we rush in the door. Its suppose to be a surprise. But I'm sure she suspects something is going to happen. The little kids are so excited, in fact we all are. She's at her computer. Probably Googling something. Her cell phone lays on the desk beside her. Happy Birthday Mom, Grandma and "GG" everyone shouts as Billie lights the candles. The candle's are the number one and two zero's. We clap, Bud starts to sing. "Happy Birthday Dear Mom, Happy Birthday to you."

I jerk upright. I was sitting there in the recliner last night and I must have dozed off. It was only a dream, a figment of my imagination. Mom has been gone since 1984. There will be no cake,no celebration, but there should have been. If only. I sigh, if anyone would have been a great Centenarian it would have been my Mother. She was smart, quick, talented, the list goes on.

One thing I know of Pearl Louise Ann Munch is that she would not have been a wispy little One Hundred year old woman, complaining of her aches and pains. She would have had a computer, been on Facebook. I know in my heart she would have had a Blog and put her songs on it. She would have carried a cell phone in her pocket and would have caught on quick to sending pictures. She would have loved this new technology. If only.

If I could have one wish of anything I wanted. It would not be for a Million Dollars, it would be for that party. To have the cake and Bud to sing once more. The laughter filling the house. I'm a little mopy this morning. Longing fills my heart. She would have been One Hundred. If only.

I stop at the corner of Blogland. The corner with the one red flashing stop light. I sometimes wonder why they have it. I never see any cars. I've tied my words with a Pink Ribbon today. I want them to be special, its Mother's Birthday. Untying the ribbon I throw the words upward once again. I'm singing as I start towards home. "Happy Birthday Dear Mom, Happy Birthday to you.