Now who is this? It is my dad celebrating his 100th birthday in the year 2015. In one hundred years a lot can happen. He was born in the middle of the first world war and only saw his father in 1918 when he returned from the war. He rang the doorbell and there was my grandfather in uniform. His wife hugged him and they were together again. My dad was hanging onto his mother’s apron and asked “Who’s that man mum” and she told him “it is your father”.
And now in a new century my dad was one hundred years old. Of course I made the trip from Switzerland to London to be there with him.
He also got his congratulatory telegramme from the Queen which he again and again took in his hands as if the message might change, but it stayed the same and dad was happy. He was never a monarchist really, but he was British and proud of it. Just a working class cockney from the East End of London.
He is no longer with us and passed away a year later attaining the age of 100 years and 7 months. Everyone said the same, he was a gentleman. Although I only saw him once a year for the last 50 years of his life, living in Zürich, we would talk on the phone and somehow there is now something missing in my life. Dad kept repeating again and again when I visited on his 100th birthday “100 years old, I never though it would happen to me”, but it did dad.