This weekend my Dad turns 60 years old. That makes me almost 35, since Dad was 25 when I was born. It is hard to believe we are so old! Time certainly flies. Yet, as I posted earlier, my Dad's seventh decade is marked by a diagnosis of ALS. This 60th birthday celebration carries with it a note of sadness. When celebrating 60 years one marks a milestone, but also ~ usually ~ looks ahead to carefree years of retirement and the pursuit of unrealized dreams. My Dad was never one to fully 'retire', but he certainly should be looking forward years of working around the campground, building things in his barn, and growing his penny collection. Instead we are looking into motorized wheelchairs, handicapped shower stalls and breathing machines.
I look forward, though, to this weekend of celebration. It will be a celebration since we will be together. A celebration of love, life and what it means to be father and daughter. While I never would have asked for this diagnosis, I do give thanks for the perspective it brings. Something so shocking tends to take one off auto-pilot for a while in order to be truly present. 60 years is amazing!