Mary planned to make everyday a special day for Mommy. I’d walk into the house and there were vases of flowers everywhere, all of them different. There were roses on the kitchen table and . . . well different kinds everywhere. Mommy loved to set amongst them and just become part of them. Each day Mary would care for them, re-arrange them and rotate them to different rooms to bring a fresh view each time.
It wasn’t any different on July 7, 2007. Mommy turned 96 years young this day and Mary and me planned to make this day an extra special one for Mommy. There was ice cream and a cake with a special message wishing Mommy a Happy Birthday. The house was filled with flowers and Mary and her assistant Sylvia, decorated the house with balloons and party favors. The curtain was set to go up for a joyous time.
Mary got Mommy up a bit earlier this day and got her dress for the gathering. My friend, Lisa and I arrived with the cake that showed a big “96” and “Happy Birthday.” We all surprised her and sang Happy Birthday to her as she just smiled and laughed and cried. Mommy had her “GEQ Jazz” cap on as the party began. Lisa and I took turns video taping Mommy. There is tons of video tape that I really haven’t looked at yet, but we all took a load of pictures as Mommy cut the cake and dipped ice cream.
She was surprise to see the living room decorated to the max . . . balloons, streamers and favors all over the place. Of course it’s always fun to watch Mommy when she feels like acting a little silly. Mommy really got a kick out of blowing on that whistling thing that jumps out and then rolls back up. She began to do a little dance using her wheeled walker. We have it all on tape and pictures of it all too.
When I think the times like this one, times when Mommy is happy and carefree, times when she is not burdened with anything, times when she is uninhibited and wants to talk (and order folks around), it makes me want to keep the good times coming just to see her smile , , , that smile, that smile.
I was on my lawn mower the other day for the first time this summer. It makes a lot of noise and it wakes Mommy up when I pass her bedroom window. It never failed, I’d give her about ten minutes to get up and I would look up at the window to see her. She’d be there waving and smiling. I miss her . . . I REALLY, REALLY MISS MOMMY.
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