In celebration of my dad turning 90, my mom is hosting a small get-together of about twenty neighborhood friends. Since my dad is still at JML (a healthcare facility for both long and
short term care), the party will be held there.
The last year has not been a
good one for my dad. His health
continues to decline, though his heart remains strong.
The vibrancy of his youth is
long past.
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My dad around age 20 |
His life is nearing its
end. But my father has always been
content. He is a man without
regrets. Most people can’t look back and
say,
I married the most perfect
woman. She is still beautiful and can
still make me laugh.
My three daughters have never
caused me much grief (except for some minor hair issues).
My six grandkids have grown into
smart, funny, caring and wonderful adults (well, Jack is almost one, and Sally
and Alexander are sort-of ones — adults that is).
My sons-in-law are as much a part
of my family as my daughters are.
I live in a place I absolutely
adore.
I worked successfully at a job and
didn’t quit until well past 80.
I grew up surrounded by great
friends.
I always owned the car of my
dreams.
I traveled the world with the woman
I love.
I have everything I want
materially.
I am, and have always been,
well-loved.
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July 2013 |
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