Oops! Wrong Clooney. I meant Rosemary Clooney.
Dad is dying of a very aggressive cancer. He is spending his last days surrounded by family and friends. All paperwork and plans for the end are finally done. And in the midst of all the fears and tears, there is joy and love. Lots of love. And reminiscing. Most sentences start with: do you remember…
Then, there is the question of his upcoming birthday. There are less than two months until his 86th Birthday but…we don’t know. So, a friend of the family had a great idea. Why don’t we celebrate his Unbirthday. She brought the cake and candles. His siblings were invited and the impromptu get-together could have rival any well thought out celebration.
Hip, hip, hooray to a life well lived!
Happy Unbirthday to you Dad!