英语翻译We always celebrated Dad's November birthday on Thanksgi

英语翻译
We always celebrated Dad's November birthday on Thanksgiving Day,even after he entered a nursing home.As years went on ,these events took on a double meaning for me--a traditional birthday party for Dad,and a personal thanking for all he had been to me in my life.
When we knes that it might be his last birthday,the whole family decided to rearrange Thanksgiving plans and come together for a huge Grandpa Simon birthday celebration at the nursing home.It was a crowded party with lots of noise and abundant food.Dad was having the time of his life.He was a marvelous storyteller,and here was the biggest captive audience he'd ever had.The party crackled around him.
During a quiet moment,I annouced that it was now Dad's turn to listen to some stories for a change.I wanted everyone to tell Grandpa Simon what we loved about him.The room became still,and even Dad was quiet as his family crowded around him,like subjects around the throne.
One after another,people told stories from their hearts,while Dad listened with wet,flashing blue eyes.People recalled all kinds of lost memories--stories about when they were little,stories about when Dad was young,stories that are shared family treasures.Then someone told the story of Mother and the vase...
My mother was a short stocky woman,who always bent over the table to read the newspaper.One night,Dad placed her precious gold-plated vase,a family heirloom,right on her fanny at her body's angle.She couldn't move,couldn't stop from laughing,and screamed for help through her tear,while the vase teetered precariously.We all rolled on the floor laughing until Dad finally rescued the vase.
The stories flowed.Each one seemed to trigger the memory of two more.Even the littlest grandchildren couldn't wait to tell Dad why they loved him.For a man who had been kind to so many hundreds of people in his life,here was our chance to celebrate him.
A few months later,at Dad's memorial service,we more fully realized what we had given Dad that night.Those were the stories people normally tell at a funeral,after a loved one is no longer around to hear the words.They are told,then,full of tears,with the hope that the departed will somehow hear the outpouring of love.But we had given those loving memories to Dad in life,told through laughter,accompanied by hugs and joy.He had them to hold and roll over in his mind during his last months and days.
Words do matter,and they are enough.We just need to say them,to speak them publicly to the ones we love,fo everyone else to hear.That's the way to give back love,and our chance to celebrate a person in life.
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我们总是庆祝父亲的感恩节11岁生日,即使在他住进了一家疗养院.随着时间的流逝,这些事件发生在一对我来说双重含义-爸爸的生日聚会的传统,和个人感谢他一直都对我在我的生活.
当我们knes,这可能是他最后一次生日,全家人决定重新安排计划和感恩节来一个巨大的爷爷西蒙在养老院一起庆祝生日.这是一个具有丰富的噪音和拥挤的党的大量粮食.父亲是拥有自己的生活.他是一个了不起的说书人,这里是最大的俘虏,他见过的观众了.党夹杂着他周围.
在一个安静的时刻,我公开宣布,这是爸爸现在轮到听为改变一些故事.我想告诉大家我们西蒙爷爷对他的喜爱.房间变得仍,甚至父亲被他周围拥挤的家人安静,就像是人宝座科目.
一个接一个,人们对来自心中的故事,爸爸则用湿,闪烁的蓝眼睛听着.人们回顾了各种失去记忆-当他们的故事小时候,父亲对年轻的时候,故事故事,分担家庭财富.这时,有人告诉了母亲和花瓶的故事...
我的母亲是一个矮壮女人,谁总是在桌子弯曲看报纸.一天晚上,爸爸把她的权利范妮她珍贵的镀金花瓶,传家宝,在她身体的角度.她不能动,不能阻止大笑,并通过她的眼泪帮助尖叫,而花瓶摇摇欲坠的处境险恶.我们都笑推出地板上,直到父亲终于救出了花瓶.
流入的故事.每个人似乎触发两个更多的内存.还要小孙子就迫不及待地告诉爸爸,为什么他们喜欢他.一个人被一种谁在他生命的人这么多几百,这里是我们有机会庆祝他.
几个月后,在父亲的追悼会,我们更充分地认识到,我们给了爸爸的夜晚.那是说故事的人通常在葬礼后,亲人不再是周围的人听到的话.他们说,当时,充满了泪水,并希望离开,总会听到了源源不断的爱.但是,我们给了那些爱的回忆父亲在生活中,对通过笑声中,伴随着拥抱和喜悦.他他们举行,并在其最后几个月的日子推出了在他心中.
词做的事情,他们是不够的.我们只需要他们说,他们公开说话的,我们的爱,其他人听到.就是这样回馈爱,我们有机会庆祝在生活的人.