Sun Jun XIII
Grandad’s Birthday. Dull Day. L + Ke being really awfull
Gran and Grandad hadn’t arrived in New Zealand yet, but I felt the need to mark Grandad’s birthday – which would have been his 70th – because I felt sorry for the fact that he was born on the 13th of the month.
I’ve never been that superstitious a person. I don’t walk under ladders and prefer not to walk through scaffolding, but that’s for safety reasons, not because I think it might bring me bad luck. But I know that a lot of people are superstitious and I always thought that it might be rough having your birthday on Friday 13th if you were that kind of person.
I don’t know if Grandad fell into that ‘superstitious’ category, but being a country boy and also somewhat religious I wondered about this, probably right from the time when I first heard that Friday 13th was supposed to be unlucky. I never did get around to asking him about it, though.
This would’ve been Grandad’s 100th birthday. I hadn’t really registered that until I started writing this post. This in itself is odd, as he was so special to me when he was alive and it was only at the very end of his life that it even dawned on me that he wouldn’t always be there.
Grandad died in 1996. Almost exactly two years later, my first nephew, Sam, was born. On the 13th day of the month. He’s also very special and I hope that one day he has grandchildren marking his hundredth birthday.