I was waking up from general anesthesia to wish my mom a Happy Birthday and introduce her to her first grandson (then I threw up and they wheeled me away). Sunday was Danny’s birthday, he turned 19. Monday is my mom’s birthday. She’s older than 19. This was the very first year Danny was away for his birthday. I talked to him. I talked to my mom. My mom talked to Dan. We all survived. I’m thinking the doctor that delivered Dan was about my age when he delivered him. Wonder how many grandkids he has now? Funny how slow days can seem in your life, but how quick the years go, huh?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Dan and Bing!!!!!!