In many ways this year’s birthday celebration was
one of the best I’ve ever had. In fact,
it was so good that the thought occurred to me that maybe this was the last I’ll
live to celebrate—in a way a fitting climax.
It began several weeks ago when at work there was a celebration for all
January birthdays. Mark put festive
notices on our office door that it was the birthdays of two in our office—Ryan and
myself. People stopping in since have
wished us happy birthday. Then my
brother Bob called on Skype and we had a warm visit. I received a birthday card from Helen (now no
longer in Saint Petersburg) though it has been many years since we attended together
at Trinity. Next, cards from my in-laws
arrived saying how much they loved me—listing my good qualities—and expressing
appreciation for me being part of the family. Aunt Ginny called from Illinois to give her
best wishes. Kathy’s mom sent me gifts
including dinner at Olive Garden. Kathy
presented me with a cross pendant necklace. My son Alton remembered my birthday and so did
Ramon. Alton in his own hand drew a birthday card
and included a moving letter. I received numerous birthday
wishes on Facebook some recalling years of friendship. Kathy and I had lunch at Outback using a gift
card. It was an elevating pleasure to
witness friends and families of all races enjoying each other’s company. My “younger brother” Kunte gifted me with a
Kindle, dinner together, and a personalized cake with candles. I even was warmly greeted by Puff Puff, a
well-trained and loving dog. In short, I
came away from the day feeling the love of all and realizing I am truly rich. This may not be my last birthday, but surely
in raw significance none could ever be better.
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