Happy Birthday, Dad

Had my dad lived three more months, he would have been 99 years old today.  99!  That’s so hard to imagine.

If you’re no longer a young whipper-snapper, you probably recognize that weird phenomenon of getting set on a certain age.  No matter what nature does to you, no matter what the calendar says, that’s how old you always consider yourself to be.  For me, it’s 40.  That’s how I see myself.

Last year I was talking about that to my dad, and I asked him how old he felt in his mind. Without missing a beat he said, “60.”  He paused and thought for a moment, then he added, “It always confuses me that my children will soon be as old as me.  How can that be?”

Getting older is a great thing.  But I thank God for allowing my dad the honor of living for almost 99 years, and still being 60.

Happy birthday, Dad.  How amazing it must be to celebrate it in heaven!

“We are always the same age inside.”

Gertrude Stein

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. I love to write, and speak, about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Nepal, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, Japan and South Korea, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with John Newton, 17th century slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland. In West Africa I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall. I was struck dumb. From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Maybe you will choose to be a 21st century abolitionist too.
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One Response to Happy Birthday, Dad

  1. B.J. Taylor says:

    99…those are some high double digits. And to think he almost made it to triple digits. Amazing. He had the right idea, and he passed it on to you. You are 40, he was 60. At least in your minds and hearts. I’m 30. lol

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