by Dennis Augustine
My official 75th birthday, August 26, was filled with love from start to finish, and this markss the second of three celebrations. The day began with a swim at our community pool, where neighbors and dear friends, Susie and Nelson paused on their walk to sing Happy Birthday through the gate while I was sitting on a lounge chair— and continued with a heartwarming call from my sister Josie in New Jersey.
That evening, Cecile and I celebrated at Los Altos Grill, a warm and romantic spot where the roasted Salmon and Prime Fillet were as memorable as the service, not to mention the heavenly Ice Cream Sundae. This intimate dinner was made possible by Kim and Al Chien’s generous gift card from last Father’s Day that we set aside for a special occasion.
To my family and friends — thank you for the calls, cards, texts, and thoughtful gifts. And to Cecile, who surprised me with new shirts and sport jackets at Stanford Mall, and who shares every milestone with me — you made this birthday unforgettable.
At 75, I’ve learned the greatest gift is not the years themselves, but the love that fills them.
