It is difficult to imagine that it has been one year since this blog post was made – I recall Dad was not well, but still , I did not believe that he would only live another two weeks or so… what a man he was – courageous. It was a very difficult decision to give him the freedom to choose to fly for the last time – how silly when I think of it now – but a year ago I was so desperate to have Dad live forever… I did not once consider quality over quantity — ha! Anyhow – on this, this occasion of his 92nd birthday – I wish to repost this blog post – happy birthday, Dad. I still love you. – Stacey
Well, it’s official: I am 91.
I really never expected to even out-live my wife and yet, here I am.
It is a beautiful morning – the sun is shining and the sky is clear. It is indeed a good day for a high flight. And a flight is what my son is giving to me.
Last year was quite a celebration. My family arranged a wonderful open house for me. There were so many people that came to help me celebrate – I was embarrased and thrilled at the same time. It was the first birthday I had celebrated without my wife and so I must admit it was rather bitter sweet. I was so grateful to everyone (nearly 150 friends and family) who helped me ring in my 9th decade. There was music, food, dance, and of course, wine.
The day after this party, my son took me up in a plane. It was a little Cessna that flew out of the Oro Airport. What a flight! The weather was much like it is today. We flew over the farm, New Lowell, Kempenfelt Bay, and Barrie. Spectacular. The pilot even let me take the “stick” for a while and commented how “we old pilots seem to have the magic touch”. I don’t know if he was actually terrified or truthfully impressed. My daughter joked that I went into the air as a 90 year old and came down as a 70-year old.
So – this year – I don’t know how old I’ll be when I arrive back on the terra firma.
One of the nicest gifts I could get, though, was the opportunity to see my grand-son, Ben, graduate from high school. Ben attends a French school and wouldn’t you know it – the entire ceremony was in French. So, the Dancing Nannies and I watched and laughed when others laughed. I didn’t understand a word. Still, when Ben was called forward for an award, my heart swelled. That’s my boy! Paula would have been proud. I found out later the award was for “Most Continuous and Genuine Respect”. Wow. What an honour. I went home with the Nannies a very tired and very PROUD 90 year old.
I wonder what great things are instore for me this coming year? I appreciate every day and I appreciate those who still think of me from time to time. And I appreciate those of you who allow me into your world though this blog.
My birthday wish for you is the same as it is to my family: good friends and good health! Cheers!