My Dad, my sister, and my grandson.

Dad, second from left, and Diane, next to Dad, are joined by Caleb and Mom as they watched SP on the front beach this summer.
Dad, second from left, and Diane, next to Dad, are joined by Caleb and Mom as they watched SP on the front beach this summer.

Every year, I travel to Anchorage in October to facilitate the Village Seminar for the Aleut Corporation.  The meetings are usually held on Thursday and Friday in the 3rd week of October.  If my Mom and Dad fly  in early, I miss Dad’s birthday.  If my sister, Diane, flys up from the lower 48, we celebrate their birthdays together.  (That one doesn’t happen very often.)  There has been one static for the past 7 years….I miss my grandson’s birthday. 

Me and SP, day 3.
Me and SP, day 3.

I suppose having been in the room when he was born should count for many years of missed days.  Especially when you take into account what my daughter told me to do to myself  at 4:30 am, after she had been in labor for 37 hours!  (She ended up laboring for 47 hours, I do believe.  I have forgotten, although I am certain she has not.)  And having him in my hotel room on  his first birthday, stark naked on a sheet, indulging in a decadant chocolate first birthday cake (him, not me) counts also. 

A 'man-cake'!
A 'man-cake'!

I feel extreme guilt when I see the picture of him on his second birthday…his mom was also in Anchorage that year, and SP was home with Grandpa.  Caleb, the wonderman, put a candle in the shape of the number 2 on top of a box of animal crackers.  That was SP’s birthday cake!  He did let SP blow out the candle numerous times…something that they both were very excited about.  I was really excited when Mom said we would have a second little party for him when we got home this year.  Was I ever surprised to find out that, being the last one to fly in a mere 3 days after everyone else, they had the party for him 2 nights before I got home!!  What the hell?? 

So, to break the silence of my blog, I want to wish my Dad, Sam, 83, my sister, Diane, 52,  and my grandson, SP, 8, many, many years.

5 thoughts on “My Dad, my sister, and my grandson.

  1. Great to see you blogging! Happy birthday to all your family members! If you are out and about on Saturday night we are having an open house/party from 8 to 11 or so, you’re welcome to come, wear a costume if you want, email me for details if you’re interested. Cheers, steve

  2. Hope they all had happy bdays this year. I cannot believe they had SP’s party before you got back. That is just wrong! 🙂 But I have to say the year with the candle in the box of animal crackers is a classic! Glad you are back at the blog and hope to see you around soon!

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s