Birfdays........

Birfdays are the worst! So are birthdays! When you get to be ancient (like me) who cares whether you have a birthday? Note it, and just let it pass. Don't make a big deal of it.

Now I know that is not the conventional attitude but I wouldn't say that I am very conventional.

Believe it or not, my preference in life would be just to slide on by, do my part, contribute what I can and go quietly into the night. Everyone doesn't have to have a stage. Who was that old geezer who said life is a stage?? Well, he got it all wrong as far as I am concerned.

My preference is NO SHOW. If you want a show go to the movies, Memorial Auditorium, or the RBC Center.

Birthdays make me uncomfortable and I would rather ignore them than celebrate. So for today I am ignoring it all. At our house we are running an ordinary day!

Happy Birthday, Ken

Today, April 10th, is Ken's birthday. He always liked to say that his Mom said he was born on a beautiful sunshiny spring day. It has been twelve years since he was alive for his birthday on this good earth. He was the fourth son of six children born to his parents. He had one sister. He was also the fourth to pass away. But today he gets to celebrate his earthly birthday with his Mom and Dad.
I have no idea how life would have been different for him or for us had he been able to live and we grow old together. Which roads or paths would we have taken? No reason to wonder or dream about what can never be. Ken was a quiet person who smiled a lot when he felt comfortable in his skin. He was a student of the scriptures, studied them diligently. and had great faith. I never asked him a scriptural question that he could not answer in great depth. He loved the field of microbiology and his work in mycology. He enjoyed his years working in the field of tuberculosis as well. But when the opportunity came along to work with mycology it offered a new challenge with seemingly a never ending learning curve.
As he got sicker it became clear that he could no longer keep up the pace the work required so he retired several years before he died.
Happy Birthday, my dear. I love and miss you so very much.