Yesterday was Grandma’s 90th birthday. As far as we are aware she has outlived all of her ancestors, her own mother having died at eighty-nine. Obviously she would not have chosen to spend her birthday in hospital but we did our best to make it special for her. Quite a few cards had been delivered to our house or her house from her friends over the past few days, some written in old person’s shaky handwriting. They are mostly too infirm to visit her any more but it was sweet that they had remembered her birthday. We bundled these up with flowers and presents and set off for the hospital in the early afternoon with Ally, David and Chanel. We were pleased to find her in good spirits; I think the nurses had been making a fuss of her and the other old ladies in the ward all knew that it was her birthday. Her main family celebration took place in the evening. The nurses got her all dressed up and we decorated tables in the day room with flowers and balloons and plates of crisps ready to start at 7 p.m.
The party was great. Marjory had ordered a beautiful cake decorated with sunflowers and Grandma loved it. There was much singing of Happy Birthday and eating of cake and drinking of Champagne and reminiscing. By 8 o’clock Grandma started to look exhausted so we had to wind things up. She was very happy as she said good night to us and said that she had enjoyed her evening.
When we got home the Last Night of the Proms was on television so we all watched it. It felt suitably uplifting and celebratory for the day. I’m so glad that Grandma had a good day.
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