The golden birthday is the year you turn the same age as the date of your birthday. Since I was born on the 23rd of the month (of July), my golden birthday was when I turned 23. And it certainly was one to remember. I spent it at a funeral.
You might think that would be a bad way to spend your birthday, but it really wasn’t. It meant I got off work, which I would not have otherwise and would’ve been a problem since I believe you shouldn’t have to work on your birthday. And I got to spend the whole day with my family, including my sister who I hadn’t seen in almost two years. In that time she’d graduated high school, completed a year of college, and grown up so that I almost didn’t recognize her when I first saw her (I was missing the context on that in my defense).
And the funeral was for my Grandpa Nelson. And while we miss him and that’s sad, if anyone was ever ready to go it was him. Grandma had died on the day I turned 9 months old, so he’d been missing her for over 22 years. He’d told me earlier that year that he felt he’d done everything he needed to do in his life and he was ready. And I believe he was. He was at peace with life and God. And I know that he had many happy reunions when he left this world for the next.
So really, as far as birthdays go, that one wasn’t all that bad at all.