This past weekend we celebrated my grandpa’s 91st birthday.
It was a happy day filled with good food, lots of sunshine, and a big reminder of the many good things (and especially good people) I have in my life.
The most important person of the day, the ever handsome, ever lovable birthday boy, pulled up to the party in one of his most stylish (and one of my favorite) Dodger themed button down shirts, some nice pants, and a pair of shades. Throughout the day, I couldn’t help but look over at him, sometimes catching him looking at me, maybe to wave or stick his tongue out, and wonder how he was feeling.
When asked how he is doing, his go-to answer most days is that he’s doing okay. He says he feels old, and on some days, on especially good and sassy days, he’ll slick his hair back and tell you he feels oh, just as wonderful as ever. And while I know there are lots of hard layers to his answers—that he’s tired, his knees hurt, he misses my grandma, he’s not sure how much longer he wants to stick around—there are also good ones—he’s proud of the family he’s built, he’s always excited to hear what we’re up to, and he’s curious to see what another day holds. Still, I can’t help but feel like there is so much I don’t understand and can’t understand until I (or IF I) am lucky enough to reach the age of 91.
It’s hard to believe that I’d have to live the life I’ve lived twice more to reach my grandpa’s age. And if I do, it’s hard to comprehend how much I will see and learn and experience in that time. Not to mention, how different the world (my world and the world at large) will look in 61 years. It’s startling and overwhelming, but also inspiring because it makes me realize how much life my grandpa has lived.
I would consider myself very lucky to be sitting in a backyard on a Sunday afternoon 61 years from now, looking out at a family I built, and eating a cake they made just for me. And I’d like to think in that moment I’ll think of my grandpa. I’ll think of how perfect the weather was at his 91st birthday and how lucky I felt to be a part of it. I’ll remember the sound of the excited chatter and the laughter and the clinking of drinks. And then maybe I’ll look over at a certain granddaughter or grandson who I catch looking at me and I’ll stick my tongue out.
It was such a perfect day! We are so very blessed! ❤
We really are! ❤
Awww such a beautiful day for your grandpa . I felt as if I was there . (a tear ran down my cheek reading your story).
I’ve known your grandpa for many years . You described him perfectly. Handsome funny guy (Love him) he will definitely be getting my yearly text ….Happy Birthday Howard love ya lulu
Thank you for sharing lulu Van Gansen
Thanks Lu! He is the best 🙂 ❤
You captured the day and grandpa perfectly. I’m so happy that we could all be together to celebrate him and the wonderful, amazing and loving family that he and grandma created. ❤️
Me too! 🙂 ❤