Last Sunday we celebrated my father’s 90th birthday. Staging the event was a real collaborative effort.
One of my father’s younger sisters made a speech about Dad and along with his three other sisters supplied a beautiful flower arrangement to add color to the room where we had the party.
My nephew who is a television news reporter had interviewed my Dad about his life and we played an edited version of the interview for the guests.
I had collected some 200 photos of Dad and compiled them into a slide show that ran throughout the afternoon. As you can see my sister-in-law did a great job with the decorations.
My sister had arranged for the food and cake and one of my brothers sent out all the invitations and kept track of the guest list.
My younger brother was the master of ceremonies for the party and gave the toast to Dad.
We were so grateful to all the people who came out including grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Dad has lots of friends and we were glad quite a number of them whom we’d invited were able to come to the party. When I asked Dad how he’d felt about the party he told me it had been great but his heart had been beating pretty fast through the whole thing. I think he liked his birthday celebration. It’s not every day you turn 90.
My Dad Hasn’t Lost His Green Thumb
One response to “90 Years”
He’s still as handsome as he was when he was my doctor and delivered my first son, Darryl Peters, in Steinbach 53 years ago. Happy birthday Dr. Peters!