Happy Birthday Dad

Dad will turn 85 on February 9.

A year ago, I found a birthday card that read, Still rockin’ and rollin’ at 85! so I bought it and told Dad he better stick around to get it. I knew he would since I had spent my money on it.

It’s almost been a year since I started this blog and I’ll be giving him the card along with a manuscript of our Sundays with Dad stories.

Not long after Mom died in 2011, someone told me that once one spouse dies, the other usually follows within the next six months and I should prepare myself. I left that conversation in tears. Those early months were hard on him of course—on all of us—and we did fear losing him as well. But that usually didn’t apply to him.

In some ways, I think these stories have helped keep him going strong. When he came down with pneumonia a couple months ago he said, “Well, if the Lord wants to take me, I’m ready to go but I told Him I sure would like to stay around for a while because I have more stories to tell!”

Sharing his life and recording it has been great for us both. It hasn’t always been easy…..he really does remember every detail of every story and I have to keep moving him along. It takes time to get it down on paper and if I get something wrong I’m sure to get a call, “I like your story Deb….I just have a couple notes.”

After several months, we both started to wear out during our Sunday lunches and my husband began eating fast and disappearing to the third floor—well out of earshot. We eventually found a more natural rhythm and we worked when we could fit it in around his routines and my job. I have tried to stick to posting at least one story a week.

I think about how a person can even begin to pay back parents who have always done their best for their kids. Sharing the experiences of their lives and the wisdom gained is one way of honoring them and their love.

I didn’t go into this with any noble ambition—only that I didn’t want to lose my parents and their stories too. It has ended up being fulfilling for both Dad and me. He did let me know that by the time he does die he doesn’t expect to have a single secret left. Like the time we discovered we had both bought a brand of toilet paper that wouldn’t tear right. “Debbie,” he said. “Here’s what I do. You get a hold of the end of it and pull slightly. Look here, see the perforations?”

“Yeah, Dad. I see them.”

“You count up two squares and pull carefully, like this. (Rip.)  Look at that.”

Amazing. “You only use two squares of toilet paper….?”

“Yes.”

“That’s funny, Dad. Do you mind if I write that down….?”

Happy Birthday Dad

Sundays with Dad began at the Filling Station, Todd’s birthday 3.8.13. I wrote the story Dad told down on my napkin.

So Dad, I can tell you the first 40 years of your life are on paper—there’s so much that I and others never knew about you and Mom or had forgotten and will benefit from. Thanks for that.

Happy Birthday and welcome to your 86th year! Now we only have 45 years left to cover….

First Sundays with Dad post on Facebook 3.8.13

First Sundays with Dad story posted on Facebook 3.9.13

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “Happy Birthday Dad

  1. Oh Debs…your serious posts touch my heart, and ones like this one make me giggle (I can just hear dad talking about two sheets of toilet paper)!
    Dad – I agree with Debs…happy 86th year, and I for one look forward to reading many more posts to come…:-D

  2. Love this. My dad is 87. He’s survived more than 5 years on his own since my mother died. I have plenty more to write, too. Wish we weren’t 350 miles apart but we talk on the phone every day. I love his stories and his voice. You’re lucky to have your dad nearby.

  3. I know. He’s been spending two months with my sister in Tucson and I’ve really missed him. I love sitting beside him in church and popping in to see him whenever I want. There’s nothing like his greeting to make my heart happy. Thanks so much for stopping by Joyce. I’ll be back to visit you asap!

  4. I love this post! Happy almost birthday Grandpa! I’m inspired to start gathering stories from my parents. Thanks for sharing your lives with us! Love to you both!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s