My Dad was 91 years old yesterday.
I had him smile for a photo before we had cake, Mom made a brown sugar spice cake that was gluten free and it was really good. The dining table behind him is filled with flowers, cards, letters and gifts.
During cake and coffee Dad said “ Your name is on the wall and when the good Lord yanks it down your time is up.” I asked him what the Lord does with your name then…Dad said “Probably just tosses it away.” Far Guy thought your name was in the book of life. I am not sure where your name is….maybe you don’t have a name at all but God calls your soul which has it’s very own name that only God knows. Someday I guess we will find out.
My Dad is the oldest living person in his family…he has one younger sister that is living the rest of his 12 siblings are dead. I won’t say “passed on” or “gone to their great reward” they are dead…plain and simple… I pass people on the road…and as for the great reward that could be a sundae at DQ.
I asked Dad how it felt to be 91 and he replied “Not much different than 81.”