Uncle Jimmy is turning 100.
Just weeks ago, we were blessed to come together for my own grandmother's 85th birthday, and Uncle Jimmy and I got to talking. I asked Jimmy what he'd tell people if he could, about living to see the great change of 10 decades, about life's lessons, or what he'd come to value as important in his time. He looked at me with gently earnest eyes and said:
Nothing. I wouldn't want to tell anybody nothing. Because life is for everybody to figure out in their own way.
After some long silence, he thought better of it and added, "And I eat a lot of fruit". He wrapped his papery hands around mine and we smiled in silence a little longer. Then he thanked me for listening and went to find some watermelon.