Today was my dad's 83rd birthday. He couldn't believe how old it sounded. I was more amazed at how much had changed since he turned 82. My mom had had a stroke. He had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. My mom had fallen and broken her hip. Then my dad spent a month in the hospital and rehab facility with pneumonia. He had been a very healthy octogenarian last March and now he was using a wheelchair, walker and on oxygen.
Although life had hit him hard this year, there were some very positive moments as well. Brett had gotten married over the summer. Meg and Nick had successfully moved to Florida. My dad had won the Big Cup this fall with Cal. IU football had been the talk of the sports world this year by winning the National Championship and my parents had gotten to see their youngest grandson on television more than any other grandparent I knew. It's hard not to get down when life is tough, so I hope those positive memories and many more carry him through year number eighty-three.
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