About a month ago I asked Dad if Grandpa was able to have a birthday party and if he even wanted one. Dad said he'd ask him and get back to me as soon as he found out. He got back to me within that day and Grandpa said he would love a birthday party. I asked Dad what kind of food would be easy to bring to him and he said hotdogs, chips, beans, potato salad and apple pie for dessert. I told him that I can make that happen for him. I asked Dad what time, and he said around 11:30 since Grandpa was more aware during that time of the day.
I emailed everyone on August 7th to let them know what the plan was. I really hoped that everyone made the effort to come see him. I would be really disappointed if they didn't. I spent the next couple weeks picking up stuff and getting Grandpa a couple of new t-shirts since his other ones were getting worn out. I told Mom she was in charge of making potato salad and she said she would do it.
I went to the store and purchased everything we needed and got all the plates, napkins, decorations and silverware together. The night before, I put the table and chairs into the Escape. Doug helped me prepare the hotdogs, we wrapped them, and I shoved them in a container to keep them warm. I put everything else into the cooler and I had Doug help me finish putting stuff into the Escape.
We drove over to Bonaventure, which is like less than 5 minutes away from my house, in route Dad called us to let u know that Grandpa's floor was on Covid quarantine, and he would not be able to leave his room. OF COURSE, THIS WOULD BE ON AND NEAR HIS BIRTHDAY!! Why wouldn't it happen then!?? I was so upset that he couldn't come to his birthday--which sadly, might be his last one.
I really hate people. All the days this could have happened, it happened during his birthday. How horrible! I was so upset I couldn't even see straight.
We got to Bonaventure and started setting up the tables and chairs. Everyone showed up except for Tracy.
When Dad showed up, he said that we could still go see Grandpa, but he can't come down. If anyone wanted to, we could go up two at a time to go see him. I chose not to that day because the food and stuff in the parking lot kept me busy. Both Doug and Dad went up to deliver him his food and to keep him company while the rest of us were down at the parking lot.
Once we thought everyone, including Grandpa, were done with their food, we cut up the apple pie. Doug went up to deliver Grandpa his pie and Doug called us so Grandpa could hear us sing Happy Birthday to him. Doug said he smiled. We finished our pie; we started cleaning up and putting everything back into the Escape so I could take it home. Everyone stayed for about an hour and a half.
I gave Dad his presents so he could take them up to him and help him open them. I felt so bad for Grandpa because it wasn't his fault that someone brought Covid into the building to ruin his birthday and birthday party we planned for him. Father's Day was also ruined by Covid protocols too. I really hope that he can power through until the end of the year so we can have him for the holidays.
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
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