Eighty years ago today, in a hospital in New York City, Muriel Gessford Seymour gave birth to my dad. I used to have a difficult time picturing my athletic, eccentric father as a baby or little boy. These days I don't.
Eighty years is a long time to us humans. Not to mountains or oceans or even to theories or governing bodies. To us humans, that's eighty years of wear and tear on the body, eighty years of wisdom gleaned through experience. Eighty years of disappointments and dashed hopes. Eighty years of seeing miracles, of hugs and friends and ice cream cones. It all depends on what you decide to remember of those eighty years.
Mack and Tray came down from North Carolina, Corey's here. So we all, his entire family, are taking him to Prime Rib and Yorkshire Pudding night at Interlachen to celebrate him starting on Decade Nine.
Passages.
Celebrate birthdays.
American Cancer Society has decided to be the group that celebrates birthdays.
I'm jumping on that bandwagon....
Eighty years is a long time to us humans. Not to mountains or oceans or even to theories or governing bodies. To us humans, that's eighty years of wear and tear on the body, eighty years of wisdom gleaned through experience. Eighty years of disappointments and dashed hopes. Eighty years of seeing miracles, of hugs and friends and ice cream cones. It all depends on what you decide to remember of those eighty years.
Mack and Tray came down from North Carolina, Corey's here. So we all, his entire family, are taking him to Prime Rib and Yorkshire Pudding night at Interlachen to celebrate him starting on Decade Nine.
Passages.
Celebrate birthdays.
American Cancer Society has decided to be the group that celebrates birthdays.
I'm jumping on that bandwagon....
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