I'm sitting in a sunny room with my mother-in-law on the eve of her 100th birthday. Everyone is either gone or busy, as we two converse in between snippets of her favorite TV show: Call The Midwife.
She has poor vision and hearing, but never misses this program. In fact, she often watches the re-runs because she can't remember having seen them earlier.
I notice how alert she sits when watching the large-screen High-def TV.
Another baby is successfully born on the screen.
I wonder what goes through the mind of a Centenarian watching a birth?
Her husband, Don is gone 18 years now.
He was an ob-gyn.
"What do you think Don would have thought of this program," I ask.
"Oh, he would have loved it, especially because they deal with so many important issues," she replies.
Tomorrow she will wear a tiara and a sash that says "Today is my Hundredth Birthday."
Her children and their children, and their children will all make appearances in the next few days.
And still, when I see her fir the first time in a few months,
she greets me with,
"Why am I still here?"
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