Happy Birthday

She will be 88 on Wednesday, they had a birthday gathering today.  I went.  She was dressed up instead of just wearing her jammies or pants.  She doesn’t recognize me, in fact, not anyone that came really.  But, she knows we all belong.  She knows I belong, somehow, some way, I belong.  She walked around to everyone saying hi, and muttering a few other things, sometimes understandable, sometimes not.  She hugged, she touched.  She held my hands.  She ate some cake.  She moves around so well considering and is still very talkative, happy.  Its amazing to me, to watch, to listen.  Amazing to think that she is still pretty active since at night she is so tired.  The other day I was there a little early and she was watching TV.  I turned her show on and she immediately got up and started toward the TV, hands held up to pray and talk to the preacher.  What does she think?  What does she see?