I brought flowers, a balloon, cake, & gifts & cards from his pals to celebrate Wilson’s 71st birthday in the nursing facility. I’d hoped to have him home by this day, but we’ll have to wait another week. He was thrilled when I showed up with a big cart filled with all this stuff, and enjoyed watching me set up the display. I read him all the emails & letters I’d printed out while he ate a piece of cake, smiling. I opened his gifts for him and he was able to say “That’s really great!” each time something new emerged. It meant the world to him to get so many cards, etc, from old friends. Thanks to everyone who wrote on here, and sent birthday greetings by email & Facebook. I read every one of them to him, and he loved it.