I found this on my Facebook feed, on the "memories" section from 2016. It's about my grandmother, and her age. I've done some editing to keep it current.

I've noticed that people abuse the mic drop.

They view the mic drop as the ultimate punctuation of doing something amazing. They don't realize that the truly amazing don't need to be so abrupt as to drop the mic. They can lay the mic down gently and walk away.

Case in point: my grandmother turned 99 last week. In that time, she has seen and/or lived through, in no particular order:

17 US Presidents; 1 Great Depression; 4 major recessions; Jamaican independence; The birth and death of Bob Marley, Marvin Gaye, Curtis Mayfield, Isaac Hayes, Michael Jackson, Prince, Whitney Houston, Aaliyah, Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X and many more; Commercial flight; Spaceflight; Man landing on the moon; World War II, The Korean War, Vietnam, 2 Persian Gulf conflicts, Afgahnistan; The construction and fall of the World Trade Center; The birth of Jazz, Rock, Soul, R&B and Hip-Hop; The birth, arrest, conviction, release, and death of Nelson Mandela; Two Black Supreme Court justices; Four female Supreme Court Justices; The Entire Curse of the Bambino; EVERY New York Sports Championship; 7 grandchildren; 11 great grandhchildren; 1 great-great grandchild; The invention of the cell phone; The invention of the internet; The rise of social media; The First Black US President; and the Donald Trump fiasco.

And she's not done.

My grandmother has a whole lot of living left to do, even as she enters the cruise control portion of her life, and she has seen more already than many of us can imagine. So she does not drop the mic. She sets it down gently and quietly walks out of the room.

I, on the other hand, am dropping the mic.

Happy Birthday, Mama.

#2018 #birthday #grandma