Today I turned 100.
One hundred years of mornings, seasons, work, prayers, losses, and little victories that only time can teach.
I’m not asking for gifts. I’m not asking for a party.
I just wanted to feel remembered.
Because when you reach an age like this, you start counting things differently.
Not money. Not years.
You count faces you loved… voices you miss… and the simple moments that warmed your heart.
I sat here today and thought about the birthdays I celebrated for others.
I’ve sung for children, hugged friends, smiled for neighbors.
And I realized something that hurt more than I expected: sometimes, the quietest people are the easiest to forget.
If you’re reading this, please don’t let another soul feel invisible today.
If you can, leave a simple “Happy Birthday,” a blessing, a prayer, or a kind word.
It may look small to you… but to someone who’s lived a century, it can feel like being held by the world for a moment.
Thank you for seeing me.
