We have been in full on party mode here at the G-H house this week. Daddy turned 81 today, but we have been celebrating since Friday. His sister and brother-in-law came to see him and Leacie started his birthday cake on Friday. He LOVES ice cream, so she and Mom made him an ice cream cake. It takes 3 days to finish because she has to make it 1 layer at a time. Ice Cream, fudge, ice cream, caramel, crushed up oreos, whipped cream, maraschino cherries (alot of things we all shouldn't be eating) - somewhere Mom heard it called a "better than sex cake". Believe me, it was worth every calorie and belly ache we had. On Sunday, we had a big lunch and sang, "Happy Birthday!" and had his cake. This year he is totally unaware it is his birthday. He would smile sometimes and shake his head, but for the most part he would just give that blank stare like we are all speaking a language he doesn't understand. He is getting less vocal everyday. Saturday he was weak and slept alot (days and nights are mixed up again). Terry helped Mom change him once and he just slumped in Terry's arms and wouldn't stand up. On Sunday he was a little stronger, but would not feed himself breakfast or lunch. Mom an I took turns feeding him while he watched and listened to all the grandchildren around him. He wouldn't hold the spoon or anything UNTIL...
Leacie put the cake in front of him and we all started singing "Happy Birthday", well that stinker reached over and stole Robert's fork and was holding it like he was waiting on the kids to finish and then he was going to dive in! We all laughed and laughed! So now, we have our story for Daddy's 81st Birthday!
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