Saturday dawned brightly and we headed on the familiar path to Michigan. After a grocery store run where we purchased birthday party food, we entered Waterford to discover my father in his bed, fast asleep.
“Wake up, Dad! It’s a birthday party!” we enthusiastically greeted him. He opened his eyes, smiled a little, and then we proceeded to get him out of his bed with the help of the nurse aide.
” I’m so tired, ” he muttered. ” That’s okay. You will wake up!”I replied.
We wheeled his chair to the reserved room but stopped for a Boost to see if it woke him up. ” Some party, ” I thought to myself but did not utter the words.
We entered the room where we had previously arranged the food. ” Look at all the goodies!” He barely glanced at it.
“Let’s just eat and celebrate,” I announced. ” Maybe he will wake up in a bit.”
My nephew soon joined the luncheon. Despite our best efforts, my father stayed sleeping. After a suggestion from my brother on FaceTime, Mitch walked him outside.
” How can people sleep that much?” I wondered aloud.
A few moments later, Mitch walked back into the room. ” A miracle! He is awake! The raindrops hit his head and woke him up!” We laughed in relief.
The rest of the time, he listened to Psalm 91, conversed with Caden about the upcoming grandchild, and seemed to comprehend the conversation. We ended the celebration with a photo. Another year of God’s goodness and mercy!
A Journey Worth Remembering 
Many congratulations on your father’s 91 birthday and also on the upcoming grandchild. Double party.
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