I drove down to my Granddad's house this weekend to attend his 90th Birthday party. It was the very first Birthday party he's ever had in all of his 90 years.
About 80 friends and relatives drove down to share the very special day with him.
This was the second time I've ever seen him tear up. The first was when my Grandmother passed away.
He was absolutely shocked when he walked into the Church rec. rm. and saw how many people showed up.
It was the best day I've had in a long time. My Granddad is a very, very special person, and my greatest hero.
He danced with his two daughters, daughter in law and his new wife. You'd never believe that he was 90 years old. He stands straight (at 6'3") and gets around as well as most 60 year olds. He does have some dementia coming on as of lately, but he recognized everyone at the party, and had the time of his life.
He came to Texas in a horse drawn carriage from Oklahoma during the dust bowl, and has been a proud adopted Texan for over 70 years.