my father's birthday party

this is an odd party somehow, my father is incurably ill and has perhaps a few months to live, or it could be much shorter, or even tomorrow, we don't know. He turned 75 and planned a huge party before he know he was that ill. Today we had a party at his home, with all his brothers and sisters, his children and children and family of his second wife. Back in the fifties they used to have a Brussels' music band, and one of the members took his guitar and sang old songs from that time, they all sang along and and certain moments quite frivolous. People singing all together that way seems like a good way to say goodbye somehow. At least he enjoyed it very much.