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82

My grandmother’s birthday falls today.

She would be 116 years old

a good long span of time for anyone.

As it was she died at 86, prompting

my own mother’s vow to surpass

her in age.  And that she did

by nearly a decade, prompting my

vow to go at 82, which leaves

(at this writing) twenty one years

to live fully and well, twenty one

years to figure out the basics of

happiness

forgiveness

compassion

fulfillment.

A tall order I realize but then maybe

I’ll be ready next go round

to tackle higher aims.

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98th Birthday

My mother would be ninety-eight today

if she’d struggled through these nearly three

more years.  I do not wish that on her, no.

She lived far too long as it was, longer

than she bargained for, though not as long

as our Great Aunt Irene, who was 104

when she died.  Or was it 105?

I’ve allowed myself a few seconds

to imagine what that might be like.

Forty more years beyond these sixty?

The thought of it exhausts me even now.

No, my mother set her goal plenty high.

Twenty more years will give me all the time

I want, all I’ll ever need and I imagine my

mother would approve.