My dad turned 79 yesterday. I said can you believe youre almost 80ty!!! He said that he still felt like he was a kid. He told me that that never changes. When I look in the mirror I just see me like I always was...I look the same as I ever did. He doesnt have one single grey hair on his head and not too many wrinkles either. My mom says its all the rum he drank, that it preserved him. I thought about what he said to me much of the night. Its only when you see old pictures of yourself that you realize how different you look. I think you feel stranger about the person that used to be you, than the version of yourself that you are today. I always think to myself how sad it was that I actually thought I looked fat in old pictures and I was SO THIN!!! Its true, time trickles by and you see your face every single day and seldom do you notice the small and constant changes. I dont anyway. Although I did spot a wrinkle by my nose that Ive never noticed before.....hhmmmm. There is so much grace in being able to even get old. Yes, getting old is difficult, but NOT getting old, is more difficult still. I had mom and dad over to my house along with my little brother and his family last night to celebrate dads big day. He seemed very unmoved by the whole thing. He said to me, Whats so different about today? We eat over here every day, so I guess everyday is my birthday...? Good point. Every day IS your birthday. Lets face it, youre only born ONE day and that day NEVER comes around again. I have never been a birthday person, because much like my father, I feel like every single day I am here is a reason to celebrate. I made pizza, (cause thats what dad wanted) and a giant salad just to bring a sense of we are eating healthy to the get-together. Pat and his lovely girlfriend Jodi- brought some very evil yet delicious cup cakes that were mostly made up of butter cream icing. My mom LOVED them. We also had mini turtle cheesecakes from Sunterra that were a big hit. Dad had one of each to which he proclaimed, To heck with it, its my birthday and I am going to be dead some day anyway I thought that was quite the motto. He has diabetes on top of everything else but last night that seemed to be the least of our worries. He had a great time and for me that was the main thing. My mom thought it was Pats birthday most of the day, so we all had a good laugh about that. Mom is good humored about her lapses in memory, she isnt hard on herself although I am sure its frustrating feeling like youre always forgetting to remember.... Our brains used to be able to keep up quite nicely when we dropped dead at 42 years old back in the day!! Now it seems, that our brains are having trouble keeping up with our bodies which are lasting longer and longer because of better food and advanced medicine. Our brains didnt know wed be needing them to be clear quite this long! Hopefully balance is just around the corner and theyll have more and more options available to us to keep our noggins sharp and present. It was a nice evening for sure. We all sang a bad version of happy birthday and dad sang along too which was classic. These times are good ones. I am always trying to lock the memories away somewhere safe, where the me of the future will remember and smile.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 21:02:24 +0000
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