It’s been a tough year for this guy:
and we are celebrating his 93rd, nope, 92nd birthday today without the love of his life. He is not a person to complain but we all know that without his wife, without work his life is uneventful. Yes, he has support. I call every morning and see him every Sunday with bags of kosher foods from Harolds Deli. My brother lives just across the street and grabs him up for a lunch, for dinner, for a good laugh. And he has a wonderful caregiver who is devoted to him. But his life as he knew and loved it is gone.
He warns me about aging. I try to embrace every day as a gift. He’s one classy guy.
Happy Birthday, DAD!