My father turned 100 today! It was a very long day for both of us. There were a lot of nice visits and phone calls. My father held up pretty well through it, but at the end of the day he was very tired. I am not really sure what to make of a 100 year old parent. I love him dearly and I am very glad he is still with me. I have to wonder what it is like for him though. Most of the people he has known who were his age are gone and he is surrounded by a world that is much younger than he is. The world he knew and grew up in has long gone.
This fact was emphasized to me when my granddaughter had a school assignment for my father and me. She asked us to write her a letter about our young experiences going to school. I helped my father and learned a lot. He was raised by his great grand mother (his mother worked and his father was very sick.) The school had no electricity and was heated by a wood stove, nicknamed "old Smokey." They had a horse and buggy. That was a different world!
Happy Birthday, Pappy!