Miss Mary

We just returned from a birthday celebration in Georgia for my 85-year-old friend, Mary.

Mary is the kind of friend that James Taylor songs are written about.

I think it’s safe to say that if you’re 85-years-old and black in America today you’ve seen your fair share of strife. I know Mary has not had an easy life, but a more positive and inspiring person, you will never find.

Mary is always telling me how much she appreciates me, but the truth is, I am the benefactor in this relationship. Whenever I need a little pick me up, I call Mary. Talking with her leaves you feeling wrapped in her love.

There were 200 people at that birthday party. Along with Mary’s kids and grandkids many of them got up to speak and they all described a version of what I am saying here. It was amazing to see how many lives she has touched. Amazing, but not surprising. I’ll bet Mary ends her phone calls with all of them just the same as she ends mine, “I love ya, Boo, and tell Joe I love him, too.”

Postscript: One of Mary’s dreams was to own a mink coat. Being an animal lover, I don’t love this, but, it’s Miss Mary. At least her kids went with used when they decided to pool their resources to make their mother’s wish come true. I must admit she looked like a million bucks. Now I’m kind of glad she made the move to Georgia as church days would have been pretty unbearable in a mink coat in Florida.