When I was first diagnosed with cancer in 1987 I wondered to myself whether I’d ever get to see my next birthday. It’s been many birthdays since then, so that fear is now in the rear view mirror. Personally, I don’t get really excited about birthdays, but I’m happy to be celebrating them. Being vertical is just fine for me; it’s hard to top the gift of life. A lot of people don’t like birthdays, but they should get over it; when you stop having birthdays you’ve got a big problem on your hands.
When I was growing up I’d ask my mother how old she was and her answer always was 39. I’m not sure what was so great about 39 for her because in my case the year was Y2K. 39 years old must of been her ideal age before peaking and going downhill. All I know it got weird for me when I was in my 40’s and she was younger than me. I’d be home sitting up late worrying while she was at the bars partying with my friends all night. Her birthdays were tough on the house since my Dad was a bit forgetful when celebrating anything. Every year he’d forget to get her a gift, a card, or even a slight mention. Trust me, the house went into a deep freeze for at least a week every mid October.
It’s impossible to remember all of your birthdays especially as you grow older, but I have some important ones without a doubt. When I turned 16 I had a party for 16 of my closest friends in the cabin next to our house. To come to the party you had to bring a case of beer. Picture it – 16 teenagers with 16 cases of Molson’s Golden Ale; you know this ends poorly. Back then the New York State legal drinking age was 18, so two years later I was getting jacked up for my official legal day. Instead, I got the flu and was stuck in bed all weekend. When I went to college in Indiana the state drinking age there was 21, so I had to wait 3 more years until I hit the legal limit. Once again, I got the flu and stayed in bed all weekend. Last year when I turned 60 Diane threw a massive party for me. Thankfully, I didn’t get the flu because after all the chemo and radiation treatments I’ve received viruses avoid me like the Nightmare on Elm Street.
Diane is a birthday fanatic even though her birthdays growing up were highlighted by her Dad bringing home a dead deer on the hood of his truck. As a result Diane doesn’t like hunting, but she loves birthdays and goes over the top celebrating birthdays for family, friends, pets, and even strangers. (“Did you know today is General Patton’s birthday?”) The challenge with her gusto is how do you possibly match it? For her 50th the celebration was a birth year, then the following year narrowed back down to a birth month. A few years later after her official birthday week was exhausted, she said, “I’m so sad that my birthday is over.” I countered with, “listen, from now on every morning I’ll wish you a Happy Birthday.” I’ve stuck to that routine everyday except for Jesus’ birthday and mine which were inserted following numerous heated negotiations.
Every year on my birthday I think about growing a year older and I’m happy for it. I also think about a lot of people I know who glumly look at their birthdays like they’re suffering some Greek tragedy. Stop it, Life is too short not to celebrate your birthday. Even if you’re alone or in some unpleasant spot, at least raise a toast to yourself you made it another year. Remember everything in life is relative, at least you’re not a deer strapped to the hood of a truck. Slainte.
Love this blog….one Beautiful friend taught me to love Birthdays as well. I am sure you are celebrating her big today. ❤️
What a wonderful time birthdays can be!!! Especially when spent with friends and sharing so much laughter! To all the new friends and family connected when great friends get together… what a wonderful day! Stay well!
Happy Birthday; enjoy the birthday tree! Slainte.
Debbie K
Thanks Debbie! I was in your neck of the woods last weekend (literally) hunting near Loblolly Road in Alva. Pete
Love this Pete!
Ann, nice to see you’re comment – I hope you and Jack are doing well. Pete
It’s ‘always’ good to have another Birthday!
right ‘o – when you stop having birthdays your sand has run out of the hour glass
Happy Birthday Pete! You are right, each one is a gift to be treasured in itself.
and the nice thing is it doesn’t even have to be wrapped
I believe I missed this post last year! Maybe the flu was a blessing in disguise 🥸 I love birthdays!🎂🍀
back then the flu was the flu; it didn’t have a fancy name or political implications.
Than you for your post. I needed that….
sometimes it’s good to just raise a toast to yourself even when no one is looking
I will try to remember (if I haven’t had too much wine) to wish Diane a Happy Birthday each time I see her now….😂💕
Elisa, wine and birthdays go hand in hand! Pete
Happy belated birthday Pete. So glad to hear you are doing well. Loved the blog.
Great blog, Pete!!!
Happy, Happy Birthday!!!!!🎈
What a wonderful birthday girl you have!! She’s the best!! Always grateful for a birthday!! We have the privilege of getting older and maybe a little wiser… hopefully! Stay well!!
Happy Birthday!
thanks Bradan!
Hey Pete: Happy Birthday. That’s a great rendition of what a birthday is all about. And so true. Miss seeing you and Diane. Take care . Say hello to Diane.
Mark,
Great to hear from you; I hope you and Sandy are staying out of trouble.
Pete
BTW Pete….Which one is you in the picture?
Mark, at that point in the night I was fading fast, but you can see my hand in the back right poking up. Pete
Yeah: ……. That looks like your hand……
Happy birthday Cockroach!
That’s a great Birthday Definition!!!!
Thanks for sharing and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
61. Best year of Bordeaux. Also the exit number off of I-55 to Natchez, MS.