September 04, 2014


Today my Dad, TGOO, turns 74. I just got off Skype with my Mom and him. The two boys joined me on my end with my husband popping in.

Ringo called him from college and wished him a Happy Birthday. Dad thought it was my husband, which cracked us up.

That is our tradition now. We Skype on birthdays. We sing Happy Birthday.

I'm perpetually amazed at how different my Dad is than my paternal grandfather. I don't remember when my grandfather wasn't old. Yet my own dad is 74 and he's still not old.

I remember when he turned 60, he said, "I didn't mind turning 50. I loved my 50s. But I hate turning 60. You know why? Because I know there is a large segment of society that thinks I'm old and I'm not."

But my grandfather always was. I remember when my father was probably 41 or 42 years old, he'd get off the phone with my grandfather he'd clutch his chest and say, "Damn, every time I get off the phone with him, I feel the need to run 5 miles." Granddaddy was in his 60s.

One time he got off the phone and said, "Dad is in the attic. I hope to God he doesn't have a damn heart attack up there." Granddaddy was in his 60s.

When my parent's had their 50th wedding anniversary a few years ago, my Mom commented, "I remember when your grandparents had their 50th. I remember thinking how old they were. I'm not old!"

The telltale sign would be how my kids view my parents. My kids view my parents as young people. Whenever there is a tough question, they still say, "Let's call Big!"

My friends from high school still point out how much they loved my Dad. I never thought anything of it. He's my Dad. My Mom and Dad loved having my friends over.

It wasn't until I went on Facebook 9 months ago that people I went to high school with, in particular men, would send me private messages about how cool my parents were. They loved my mother's warmth and they thought I had the best Dad in the world.

And I did.

And they still think I do.

I hit the jackpot when it came to parents. We don't get to pick our parents, but if I were to look at my biggest blessings in life, my first big blessing was my parents, my second my siblings, my third my husband and then the last big blessing was my kids.

I walk amongst the blessed. Truly, I do.

Happy birthday, Dad! I love you and love to tell people you and Mom are my best friends and mentors in life.

Posted by Boudicca at September 4, 2014 10:35 PM

Shhhh..... no more birthdays for me. I'm finished with them. They've made my hair fall out and my belly get large. And they've made my butt shrink. I have to wear suspenders now. People are starting to think I'm an old man.

Posted by: Angus of Doggerland at September 5, 2014 09:49 AM

FWIW, I'm a member of the shrinking butt club as well. And (horrors), as I age I find the occasional beard hair!!! I only hope people don't start to think I'm and old man!

Happy birthday, and many more!!!

Posted by: PeggyU at September 5, 2014 04:03 PM

When I was a little girl a family lived across the road from us who had their Grandmother living with them. Her husband had died young a few weeks after her daughters wedding so she moved in with them, helped raise their kids and lived there until she died many years later. Everyone in the neighbourhood knew her as "Nanna Mac".

She passed away when I was in my early 20's and when I worked the dates back I realised she was only in her late 40s when she moved in with them yet she was always so old!!

To me age is a state of mind. I love being in my 40s - being old enough to know better really appeals to me! :-)

That said my father in law has been a grouchy old man from the time he was 50 - my own grandfather was full of life and energy into his late 90s. So much of "old" is a state of mind! :-)

Posted by: shaz at September 8, 2014 09:31 PM

We have also taken to using Facetime/Skype for birthday greetings. Then too I now have a grandson and I (must) share him with my brother.

We don't need to use it talk to my folks as they are normally invited to the party at my house.

P.S. HB Bou!!!11!! Based on Ringo's age you have another 10 years before you have to worry about grandchildren.

Posted by: The Thomas at September 8, 2014 10:52 PM