My dad and grandpap share the same birthday.
My dad turned 57 today, my pap 94.
I took our dog Jasmine over to visit Pap on his birthday for a little bit but was surprised when my dad said he wasn't going with me. His argument was that his brother (my uncle) had already been in for the past two days visiting him and his sister (my aunt) had already been over that day. He wanted a day off since my dad is basically my Pap's caretaker for the past decade with my uncle & aunt both being out of state.
Me: Are you SERIOUSLY not going to stop by the nursing home?
Dad: No. I'm not going.
Me: SERIOUSLY? It's his 94th birthday!
Dad: It's my birthday too.
Me: But he's 94 -- this could be his LAST birthday.
Dad: I've been saying that since 1994 and he's still here.
Me: Well. Its officially going to be his last birthday now that you've said that.
Families.
Jasmine and I didn't even end up staying too long at the nursing home because a) Jasmine was having a heart attack over every single person that passed the door and b) I still don't think Pap realized who I was or what side of the family I was associated with.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
(Hopefully Not) Pap's (Last) Birthday
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Your grandpap kind of reminds me of Strom Thurmond in his last days. Look at the resemblance! Hahah
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