The morning of January 4, 1942 I drew my first breath. It hadn’t even been a month since Pearl Harbor was bombed, my mom’s parents were afraid that she’d have the baby in the street here in Tacoma, WA. Near so many military bases, this area was sure to be bombed next. But that didn’t happen and I was safely born in Tacoma General Hospital, the hospital where my mom had worked as a RN in the new born nursery and where in February of 2007 I would retire.
I can remember when I was a teenager, I thought anyone over 40 was as old as dirt and now look at me…..what a whirlwind these many years have been. And I’m so blessed with two wonderful kids…my daughter (Julie) and her husband have given me two grand children, now teenagers (Harrison is 18 and Meghanne is 17) and my son (Jim) is about to marry in March and give me a new daughter and two grand cats. I have so many other dear family members and friends….I am truly blessed.
This afternoon, we’re going to dinner with two friends of mine and their husbands (Joni and Barbara) both of which, I’ve known since grade school.
Many of you have sent “Happy Birthday” wishes and I want thank each one of you. I wish you were all here and we could have one giant party this evening…..so instead I’ll be taking each one of you with me in spirit.