Two years ago, I recalled reaching a milestone as popularized in When I'm Sixty-Four by The Beatles.
Last year, I marked another milestone by attaining the start age for Medicare.
This year, there's nothing special planned, except to spend the day with my best friend, Pat (aka Grenville). A planned trip to visit friends in Canada has been postponed due to snow. (Perhaps going north in winter wasn't the best idea?)
Friends have sent cards, which are on display in our home. It's nice to know they remember. I'm grateful and thankful for their continued friendship as we live states (and countries) apart.
And, this birthday will be sadder as there will be no chat with my mother who died in December. Yet, I know, she will be sending her best wishes regardless.
As noted in last year's b-day post . . .
Memories are more precious than things — I have so many and more to come.
Dorothy (aka Beatrice)