Today is a BIG day.
It is a big, beautiful day. It is the day my sweet Grammy entered this world and began the journey that would mark her love of her family, her fierce independence and her ability to stand tall (though tiny) as a self-affirmed woman.
I like to think, if Alzheimer’s hadn’t robbed her of her mind, that she would be incredibly proud of the woman, the mother I am today. She always stressed free-thinking, standing up for yourself and fighting for what you believe is right in the world. I do these things. I follow in her footsteps, but sadly she doesn’t know.
Today, February 15, 2017 marks her 104th birthday.
It sounds like a radio station or a temperature, not an age.
She was born the same year as Rosa Parks, Richard Nixon, Jesse Owens, Vince Lombardi, Vivian Leigh, Burt Lancaster, Paul Bear Bryant and and Jimmy Hoffa. She doesn’t have any of their notoriety, but she has outlived them. Less than one month after she was born, Harriet Tubman died.
The Titanic sank the year before she was born. Television wouldn’t be invented until she was 14 years old. She witnessed World War I and II, the Korean War, Vietnam, the landing on the moon, and the invention of the telephone. Never mind the age of cell phones and computers. She never learned to drive and yet was fiercely independent – leaving my grandfather when my dad was 12 years old and becoming a single mother.