On Sunday, October 16, I had a 90th Birthday Party for my mother. Of the 94 people I invited, 90 came and enjoyed a brunch with family and friends at Maggiano's. Sitting at the head table, every remaining aunt and uncle honored my mom with their presence. We had out-of-towners, family members, from Denmark, California, Oregon, Louisiana, Michigan, Arizona, Florida, and Arkansas, who came to this event to honor Jeanette, or Aunt Jay, as so many call her. Several of her oldest and dearest friends from elementary school also joined us. A friend of mine from elementary school, who kind of grew up in our home, was there to toast his second mom. I count myself very blessed to still have my mother cracking jokes for everyone's amusement, and able to request that I call her when I arrive at a destination, so she won't worry, even though I'm 62.
In the photo, Mom is telling everyone that she always wanted to attend her own funeral and hear what people had to say about her. With all of the tributes from the guests, she joked that this party fulfilled her dreams.
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