Happy birthday to my daddy. When I called to wish him a happy birthday, I sang only the first part of the song. He reminded me to add, "and many more". Of course, I wish him many, many more. I might add that each year for the past several years, he has said that it would probably be his last birthday. I can't imagine my life without him, so I just don't even try. Intellectually, I suspect that someday I will have to face that. Emotionally, I can't go there and won't until I'm forced. I felt the same way about my Granny. She was supposed to live forever. Even though she was 90 years old and had cancer, I was in denial and I was so upset when I received the call that she had passed. I just wanted one more time to see her, talk to her, hug her... So, I came to visit my dad on his 86th birthday. I usually enjoy my time with him and Carolyn, but for some reason this time, I am extra glad that I can spend time with them. While I'm writing this, the tv is on, they are each in their recliner, I am on the couch, and look over to see both "resting their eyes". This will be one of those priceless good memories!
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