My mom celebrated her 96 birthday today pretty much all day long. It started this morning with phone calls from friends and distant family. A friend, MD, came over to visit and MD’s daughter brought lunch. MD turns 90 shortly so they had a little celebratory luncheon. My mom had no idea that the lunch was a pretext for a drive by party that had been organized by friends from the church she has attended since the 1950’s. A friend from the church showed up with birthday tiaras and sashes, and installed my mom and her friend in the front yard and about 20 cars of well-wishers proceeded to drive by, honking horns, leaving cards, gifts and balloons. There was even a guy from the local news channel who videoed segments of it for the evening news!
Then C & DK had the two of us, and two more friends from the church over to their house for a small party involving home-grilled steaks and baked potatoes and birthday cake.
Ever since my dad passed in 2014, on the day before her 90th birthday, her birthdays have been a bittersweet occasion. Every year since then has been another year without him. She’s finally beginning to slow down a little bit and has retired from the church choir. But, as the card I got her said, age is irelephant.