It has been 10 days since my Dad’s 78th birthday. I wanted to post something on July 11, but
just couldn’t get my thoughts together. He
shares his birthday with his nurse (of 3 years), Debbie. She’s like my sister and I couldn’t do any of
this without her.
It was a quiet day.
Debbie made Dad brownies because that’s what Dad wanted. Jessica had to work, so it was just Dad,
Debbie, myself, Michael and Collin. We
grilled hamburgers and had chips and cantaloupe….and of course, brownies –
which Dad had already partaken in earlier in the day. A simple celebration, but he seemed happy; I
suppose…….hard to tell sometimes. We all
got him cards which he read and re-read several times.
I don’t know how many more birthdays I will get to celebrate
with Dad. I had 79 with Mom. The day-to-day is sometimes difficult with
Dad, but it definitely worth everything.
Worth the late nights, early mornings, worth every change that my life
has taken, worth repeating things so many times that I lose count, worth the plethora
of chocolate he goes through in a week, worth the sun-downers every day, the
way he plays with the dog, worth the occasional “I love you” and worth the rare
genuine smile. I don’t see a lot of joy
in Dad anymore, but there are moments……rare moments. I will cherish EVERY moment that I have with
him. Others may ignore him or avoid him,
but they are the ones missing out. They
are the ones missing out on these blessings.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!!!
May we celebrate many more over hamburgers and brownies.
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