Today I get to wish my grandfather a happy 89th birthday! Twice this past year I thought I was going to lose him, to the point that I cried for hours and even thought of flying back up to RI to see him one last time, but both times he defied the odds. This man has nine lives and he's only on number 7! My mom is having a party for him today at his assisted living place and I wish I could be there. Yes, his stories of when he was little in England, when he worked and moved to the US, and when my mother was growing up ALL get old, but they are as much a part of my life as he is. Happy Birthday, Granda!
As for me, I'm going to celebrate by reading, going to the gym, going to the grocery store and writing. He often asks about my writing and sometimes it's, "Aren't you done with that book yet?"