When your dad asks for face masks for his 90th birthday, that says it all.

Since 1930, my father lived through the Depression and World War II. He served in Korea. He married his high school sweetheart, had four kids together, and learned how tough it is to say goodbye when Mom passed away six months ago.

Gary and I had planned a week-long visit to celebrate Dad’s birthday, but the Coronavirus put an end to travel.

It was still a great birthday.

Lyn, who’s helped out my parents as their home-health assistant for several years, secretly put together a drive-by parade.

A drive-by parade, with a Madison, Connecticut, fire truck in the lead and a police car to bring up the finish.

And in between, 30 vehicles packed with family and friends.

Inside Bill and Barbara’s vehicle – the oldest participant, Barbara’s mom, Helen.

And here’s Lucy afterward. She’s Dad’s youngest grandchild (Helen’s, too).

Here’s Dad and Lyn, taking it all in as the overcast skies did not rain on his parade.

After the parade, Bill’s family came inside for some social-distanced presents and cake.

Barbara is an Emmy-winning graphic artist. Last night she whipped up a special card for Dad.

Here it is:

A million thanks to Lyn for putting together the parade – and to everyone who took the time to drive by and wave to Dad on his birthday.

Many happy returns of the day, Dad. Keep wearing those face masks and we’ll all be together again as soon as it’s safe.

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