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Last weekend I visited my father in the hospital, where he recovers after another, and more serious than ever before, cardiovascular surgery. It has definitely begun that I cannot take his existence for granted any more. He was in a brilliant mood and good form – talking, laughing, walking us to the cafeteria, discussing things. Had I not known of the surgery, I might not have suspected it. But that was the first day he was so well, my mother said.

This is from my parents' golden wedding anniversary last fall, where I had the honor that they chose one of my pictures as the "official" one.

Today is my father's 72nd birthday, and I called him in the morning. I know he isn't the healthiest man in the world any more, mostly due to cardiovascular problems (which are treated well, though). Just like the first, his second cataract surgery went extremely well a few weeks ago. He will need a new hearing aid, as the old one didn't cope well with the machine washing. Fortunately it was old and probably due for replacement soon anyway. I hope his health problems will all stay as treatable as they are – up to now there is nothing to be too afraid of.

He and my mother are having old friends for a visit for some days. Right now they are probably sitting on the porch in front of their camper together with my brother and his family including his in-laws and his granddaughter. I'd have come if they had a real celebration, but the 300 km are a bit too much for just dropping by.

The picture is from the celebration of his 70th.