For my whole life, until the year my parents had to get their passports for a trip to Nigeria, we celebrated my dad’s birthday on April 1. He always hated having his birthday on “April Fool Day” and would tell us that he thought his birthday was on the 5th, not the 1st. I would ask how his birthday would have been recorded before he was born? Well the truth is this, his mother, Margaret, thought that having her children’s birthday on a holiday was more special so she put each of them on the nearest holiday. I have an uncle with a Christmas birthday and another uncle that was celebrated on July 4thyou get the point.
After a lot of searching in the Los Angeles, California records my dad’s birth papers were found and sure enough, he was right! There it was on paper, he was born on April 5th, 1918, and for us that is the day the mold of the humanly perfect man was broken, he owned it. My mother’s birthday was on March 26thso we had a two-week celebration for them from her special day and ending on his. As mother got older she wanted to forget the number of years and just have cake, however my dad was so proud of every year and he claimed them proudly. He wanted to be old for as long as I can remember, guess it was a cultural thing as he honored his elders very highly. Funny thing was that not long before he died he confided in my brother that he had found that his “golden years” weren’t as golden as he had hoped and wished he hadn’t been so anxious to get there.
I think we all tend to wish our years away, when we are in grade school we want to be in high school, when we are ten all we want is to be thirteen, then eighteen and of course the big twenty-one. We want to be married, have children, then we start kicking back when we hit thirty and the time seems to slip past us faster than we can keep up, then it comes time for us to get off the Ferris Wheel ride to make room for someone else to get on, and the day my dad died it actually happened, on the morning he made his exit from the ride of life a great-granddaughter was born, making May 8th, 2013 a special day for a young lady with beautiful red hair named Lillian.
So no words of wisdom, just giving thanks for the years I had my parents and the prayer support of my dad, who I am sure is standing before the Throne of God asking mercy for a daughter that is sometimes errant but is always trying, Happy 101 Birthday in heaven daddy, with all my heart…forever.
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So beautiful……I love your blog and LOVE this post. My Dad was very special to us, also…..Happy birthday in Heaven to both your Dad and mine! God bless….Lisa
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Thank you. You need to read My dad’s glorious day. He was known for his love for his people. He was the same man at home as he was behind his pulpit. God bless you my dear 😇
Happy Birthday Bishop Daddy. Thank you for sharing this PH. I miss him also. I do know that he is praying for people from Heaven as there have been a couple times I could feel them it seemed.
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