It was my grandpa's 91st birthday yesterday. Now, that's an achievement.
I wish I could have been there to give him a birthday hug but that's the downside of being born on the other side of the world from most of your family - I was the product of a union between an American and a Brit, born and raised in England, and as a result never felt properly American or British (God knows how my kids will feel, at last reckoning they are a quarter British, a quarter American, a quarter Kiwi and a quarter Fijian, plus a dash of Irish...) - then choosing to live even further away as an adult (Dubai, UAE). A phone call and a gift through the mail had to do instead.
Happy birthday, pops.