110-Year-Old Birthday Story

Gnomist: Super-Centenarian: "Super-Centenarian

Several days have now passed since my great-grandfather’s one hundred and tenth birthday. The attention from local and national news outlets has now subsided from his ascent into super-centenarian-hood. Today I will take him back to Skye Acres retirement home, where he will spend the remainder of his days.

I arrive early to his hotel room and begin to help him pack his belongings. My grandfather sits on the bed, eyeing me suspiciously as I carefully place the artifacts of his life in the suitcase. I take a moment and stop. Marveling at how, after one hundred and ten years, a man’s entire worldly self can be packed into such a small space. I look up at my grandfather, and he doesn’t notice my hesitation. His eyes have wandered to the window. He focuses on the birds, the freedom of their flight. I see his eyes darting to follow the frenzied path of the squirrels. Finally, he looks out over the hills to see the sun rising.

“39,160,” my grandfather says.

“What does that mean?”

“The gentleman at the television station said that to me on my birthday. He said that’s how many sunrises I had the opportunity to see in my life.” My grandfather pauses and his eyes focus hard."


Here's a good birthday story I really enjoyed reading. Whether it's fact or fiction, I don't know.