Weekly Photo Challenge: Face


Dad, 100 years old, now another 8 months more, born 24.09.1915. It seems he was in a thoughtful mood on this photo. It was an exciting day: a telegramme from the queen, congratulations from all in the care home where he lived and the man of the day. Dad was never really a monarchist, he did not mind the queen, but he had his doubts. However, on that day, he was a fan. He looked at the card every five minutes, probably  beause he still could not believe it. Now and again he said “100 years old”, to remind himself.  Dad was not a statesman, a famous politician, but he was my dad. Served for five years in the second world war because he had to, one of those that the government told “do yout duty” and he did. Always paid his taxes, although money was not always in abundance. Enjoyed a dance at a party, liked a little bet on the horses, but never too much. We had many discussions, not always the same opinion. He never had a bank account, did not want one and the word cheque book was a no go. He was a man of paying everything by cash. He refused to have a micro wave, preferred his oven, until the time came when it was the only solution for him to warm his meals. Afterwards he loved his microwave, no problem, but that was dad. He never really believed anything unless he saw it with his own eyes, on the other hand he seemed to believe most things that the newspaper wrote. My dad sunk in thought, 100 year thoughts – who knows.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Face

43 thoughts on “Weekly Photo Challenge: Face

    • Dad was in hospital at the beginning of the year and afterwards transferred to a care home where he has constant care. He is now in palliative care, but still has an appetite and even sits in a chair now and again. My friend visits him regularly and keeps me in the picture, him being in London and me in Switzerland. At the moment I am also having health problems. It seems surprisingly that his infection is clearing up a bit. I now see him via my friends iPad with my iPhone – we both have Facebook messenger, costs nothing and it is just perfect for the purpose


        • Thanks, weeds don’t die they spread, so I will be ok. Have had a back scan, head scan, x-ray of the thorax and now a lumbar puncture together with a vision nerve examination. I know what direction they are going, but have not yet had the final judgement from the neurologist. As long as I can take photos and blog, I will survive.


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    • He hadn’t been so wll at the beginning of the year and I was all prepared for an emergency visit, but now he is comfortable and being well looked after. I have contact and there is not very much I can do. He never seemed to change very much for me and I still see him as he was, although he is naturally no longer active.


    • The last time he visited me in Switzerland, taking the flight on his own from London, he was 82 years old but said it would probably be the last time he would fly to Switzerland and it was. I have been visiting once a year since.

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  3. Fair play to him. From almost the same generation as my own father, duty and tradition were important tenets and just a little irreverence, too

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  4. This post is beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. How very blessed you and your dad are to still have each other. 100 years young…that is just awesome. 🙂
    David’s great-grandmother lived to be 104 years old. The oldest that I know of in my family was 93 years old.
    You’re both in my prayers for the health concerns. Thanks for sharing the photo of your daddy. Have a blessed day.


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