A collection of thank you phrases for a 70th birthday celebration

Want to show your appreciation for the people who made your 70th birthday celebration a success? We’ve put together a collection of heartfelt, warm thank yous.

 

Theme – I want to learn about my grandfather’s positive heart

The human mind is a wonderful and mysterious thing.
It can change a person’s life drastically depending on what they decide to do.
It’s no exaggeration to say that what you think and how you think makes you who you are.
There’s a psychological phenomenon called the “placebo effect”.
It’s when a doctor prescribes a patient a “fake pill,” or “placebo,” that doesn’t help them, but makes them believe that if they take it and take good care of it, they’ll get better.
We live in an age where people think that luxury clothes are the standard by which they project their self-worth to others.
Everyone, young and old, has one bag, one coat.
In a time when people think that you have to wear furs that cost tens of millions of won and drive expensive foreign cars to have prestige, I saw the courage to stretch your arms to the sky without wearing a single thread.
I’m a small, narrow person, and when I’m confronted with a big, broad intellect and perspective, my world goes blank.
My grandfather is the one who showed me that world.
I think it’s a blessing to be able to grow up with someone like my grandfather up close.
Sometimes I see things like that.
Sometimes I see the traces of a life well lived on his back, and my heart aches.
Sometimes I talk to him, explaining things, and there’s an affirmation of life in him, like he has nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide.
I once dreamed of having a beautiful body that was the result of millions of won worth of skin treatments and the guidance of a personal trainer at a high-end fitness club.
It was a way of thinking that in this age of appearanceism, I couldn’t be stagnant.
It’s almost too good to be true that I can feel shame.
The twisted waist, the bulging skin, the marks of time that have passed.
It’s every moment of self-reflection and introspection.
It reminds me of my grandfather’s wiry smile when I suggested a 70th birthday celebration.
He said he would be delighted, and that he appreciated the fact that I was getting older.
He told me that even when he cried deeply, shaking all over, his heart was full because he had someone far away to cry with him.
Many people look back on this year, sometimes feeling empty, sometimes feeling lonely.
I know I do, too.
But this year, I will never forget that I was able to celebrate my grandfather’s 70th birthday.
There’s something my grandfather always says.
He says that if only we could stand firmly on the ground of hope, just as the trees stand there with their roots deep in the ground, dreaming of warm spring days.
Like a tree that is naked but willfully waiting for spring to come again, we too can afford to wait for a new spring with a warm heart.
I will strive to learn the power of my grandfather’s affirmations throughout my life.
Thank you.

 

 

Theme – I’m proud of my dad for being a good dad

The cold seems to have broken.
The wind is blowing like a spring breeze.
It’s my father’s favorite season.
My father is a social butterfly.
The other day, I was with a friend of mine.
My friend and my father hadn’t seen each other in about a year and a half.
He was taking my friend and I out for a nice meal and driving us around.
He said, “I see something good has happened to you,” and I laughed out loud and replied that I had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and had surgery to remove more than half of my stomach.
I told him that I thought he was healthy because he didn’t look any different than before, even when he was crunching rice and eating it dry.
Apparently, sickness doesn’t come alone, but brings a comrade.
I also had a problem with my spine and had a major surgery.
No matter how many illnesses and surgeries he’s had, my father is so positive that he doesn’t show any signs of illness.
On the contrary, he laughs like a boy and talks at the top of his lungs in a cheerful manner.
I don’t think there is any other secret to his health.
I think if you are like my father, you will be healthy.
I remember something he once said to me.
“I’m going to yell at the cancer cells. If I die, you die, so let’s live a good life together.
He laughed cockily and showed off his bottle.
“If I hit the cancer cell’s chi, it might get even crazier, and I’ll have to get even crazier to keep it down.
He always said that you only live once, so you should play well.
They say you only have 30 years to live in good spirits after you’re done growing up.
Live in the present moment, and you’ll have fewer regrets later.
Annemarie Robertson Morrissey, hailed as America’s national painter, started painting at age 76 and painted until she died at age 101.
He is said to have said.
“It’s not human life unless there is anguish.
He must have been respected because he lived so passionately.
If America has a national painter, Korea has my father.
I always think of my father’s heart, which never gets old.
I will try to be wise and wise like him.
I wish my father a very happy 70th birthday.

 

 

Topic – I want to learn my grandmother’s wisdom

I’ve been reading for a long time.
The book said something like this.
“Change happens at the most unexpected moments, regardless of our expectations. Change can swallow us up in an instant, like a huge tidal wave that comes out of nowhere and sweeps everything away.”
Everything changes.
Nothing stays the same.
When we stop without realizing it, I think that’s where the suffering comes in.
Life is like traveling on a bus on a winding road.
The more bends in the road, the worse the car sickness.
But I’m not used to that kind of adversity.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have a history of the kind of storms my grandmother and grandfather faced in the past.
When I was in elementary school, my grandmother and I once walked to her house.
My grandmother had given up on taking the bus out of consideration for her granddaughter, who got car sick very easily.
I asked my grandmother.
“I don’t know why you get carsick,” she said.
When you’re on the bus, you’re running with the bus, and when the bus is going left, you get stuck in the mindset of “the bus keeps going left,” and you’re going left with the bus. If you look closely at the inside of a moving car, there’s one person who doesn’t get motion sickness. It’s the driver. They know that the road is winding, and they know that when you turn left and right, your body is going to be tilted.’
You meet a lot of people and go through a lot of changes in a world that feels both big and small.
There was always wisdom and truth in my grandmother’s words.
When I listen to my grandmother, there is one thing I think about.
In order to navigate the wide and narrow world, I must be careful of my actions and cherish even the smallest of relationships.
It is said that there is a butterfly effect that when a butterfly flutters in one part of the world, it can cause a big storm on the other side.
It reminds me of something my grandmother used to say.
“I should never forget that my thoughtless actions can come back to haunt me and become my flaws.
I will always try to remember and learn from my grandmother’s actions and teachings.
Congratulations to my grandmother on her 70th birthday feast.

 

 

Theme – I want to think for life and answer the world’s questions

The weather seems to be a little less cold today after a cold wave.
The heavens must have been kind enough to make it easier for you to get here.
When you called and told me that you were celebrating your 70th birthday, I realized that you have many friends all over the country.
It made me feel very full.
It’s nice to know that no matter where I go, I don’t have to be an island, and that there are so many people I can grab a drink with and ask how they’re doing.
I don’t think I’ve aged well at all.
Everyone has been directly or indirectly influenced by you to get to where I am today.
I’m grateful and thankful from the bottom of my heart.
One day, my adolescent granddaughter asked me a lot of questions.
My granddaughter thinks that her grandfather is a pretend doctor, a jack-of-all-trades.
She asked some pretty tough questions.
From the mundane, such as “Should I go to school?” and “Should I get married?” to the philosophical, such as “Why do wars never end?”, “Why do people criticize each other for having different ideas and even kill each other?”, and “Are humans inherently evil or good?”, these are questions that don’t have easy answers and make you think.
Once I’m asked a question, I think about it for a long time before I answer.
I used to feel sorry for my grumpy grandfather, but now it’s fun when he comes back with another weird question.
Thanks to my granddaughter, I feel like I’m thinking about things that I used to think about.
I talk to my friends and read books, but none of these things make me feel better.
Sometimes I just want to grab someone and ask them what the answer is.
I still don’t have the answers to the world’s problems.
I want to make people think about what it means to be human, to take seriously the values we take for granted, like love and marriage and family and friends, and to think objectively and culturally about the many political, social, and religious issues that touch our lives, like democracy, freedom, money and time, inequality, and religion.
So I started a private club.
My wife complains that I’m paying for it again, but it’s fun.
I’m happy that I still have a lot of things to think about.
I want to think for the rest of my life and answer the world’s questions.
I’m happy to see so many people again, and the afterglow is the energy of life, and it’s good to listen to each other’s opinions and coordinate.
I hope that our worries can be of great help to tomorrow’s Korea.
Thank you.

 

 

Theme – Grandma’s words resonate

Many of you love the fall season, right?
It’s not too hot, not too cold, and there’s not much rain or snow, so I think it’s a refreshing season.
I personally love the fall weather.
When I look out the window at the crisp fall sky, I feel like I need to go somewhere.
Every year, my grandmother’s birthday had this crispness to it.
And my grandmother’s presence in my life has also been a refreshing change.
How many people can say they have no problems in their lives?
There have been many times when I’ve wanted to avoid them because they are difficult and esoteric.
But it was my life, and I had to make choices and decisions, and it was hard.
Worst of all, I didn’t know the right answers.
But I had my grandmother by my side.
She was my guide to the right path, my mentor, and the person I love the most who fills my heart.
When I lost my job, I wondered what to do next.
The longer I thought about it, the more I felt stagnant and helpless.
One day, my grandmother called me and said.
“Go away, to a strange place, away from the worn-out repetition of your daily routine, and you will see the answer.”
Those words resonated with me more than emotion.
Those words were more than moving, they were life-shaking and life-changing.
I was about to get married and we were arguing frequently.
He said, “You must realize that when a person comes, it is actually a huge thing. A person’s whole life comes.”
Somewhere along the line, we began to categorize people by their jobs and value them by their appearance and salary.
In a time when people are not valued, and are increasingly trivialized, he spoke gently, yet eloquently, about how we cannot and should not do that.
He didn’t sigh that it was hard.
Because no matter how hard the world was, there was always wind and sunshine on my side – my grandmother.
Her suggestions awakened my stifled hopes, lifted me up and challenged me, comforted me in these wild and bleak times, and reminded me that I needed to hold on and love.
Every beautiful flower must have been shaken to bloom.
I recognize that my grandmother’s wisdom came from a hard, poor past.
I try to act and look a little more like my grandmother.
I try harder to love the moment, and when I get stuck, I sit down and rest, remembering that when I rest, I see a new path.
I will not forget my grandmother’s words that hit me in the heart, verse by verse, even when it was hard and difficult.
I wish my grandmother a very happy 70th birthday.
Thank you.

 

 

Theme – Savoring the day

‘Tis the season to walk.
The earth turns, and the seasons must have been changing while we were trapped in the gray concrete of a dreary city.
I see it every year, but the first snowfall is always a welcome sight.
Each day that passes is a step toward winter, and it’s like a vacation date that’s just around the corner.
I was walking with a friend and we came across a park.
It was daytime, not too many people, moderately noisy, and moderately relaxing.
There was also a forest path.
The woods were quiet, but the small changes from day to day made it a chatterbox,
I’d take this friend, I’d take that friend, I’d take my husband, I’d take my kid, and it became a regular spot.
It seems to be a crab plant that blossomed lavishly and then dropped like a hot potato, opened three leaves yesterday and opened five leaves today without a sound, and invited bees and butterflies to celebrate with its rich fragrance.
It looks strangely different in each of the four seasons.
As we sit and follow our sentences in rhythm, it’s as if we’re walking side by side on a quiet forest path, sharing a story.
You can smell the sweet scent of the trees next to you.
It’s like getting to know a new friend, as I repeat the names of unfamiliar plants and hear the stories of their lives.
My day moves slowly.
My son and daughter’s days, on the other hand, seem to fly by.
Sometimes I see them staggering in, looking like they’ve been poked in the face.
Maybe they’ve had a hard day at work or been hit by a car.
On the other hand, sometimes I feel sorry for them because they seem to be taking it easy and savoring life.
I’d like to dedicate this honor to my son and daughter-in-law, who must have had a difficult day as well.
And to those of you who are here, thank you very much.

 

 

Topic – Breaks are fun

This morning, I woke up to the chirping of sparrows and the organized clucking of chickens in the front yard.
The thought of meeting up with some great acquaintances and catching up with faces I haven’t seen in a long time filled me with excitement.
As we chatted, I realized I would have been happy to stay up all night.
I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you took time out of your busy schedule to come.
When I was in elementary school, I remembered a quote from my father, who subscribed to a Japanese educational magazine.
It was about the difference between Japanese and Korean textbooks on Aesop’s fable “The Hare and the Tortoise”.
In our textbooks, the tortoise wins the race while the hare is sleeping because he can’t run, while in the Japanese textbooks, the tortoise wakes up the sleeping hare and they finish the race together.
I haven’t checked the Japanese textbooks since then to see if that’s actually the case, but I think the idea of two countries having such different educational philosophies over a single Aesop’s fable stuck with me for quite some time.
The lesson of the former is that the weak can overpower the strong if they try hard enough, but the lesson of the latter is that the weak will go along with the strong if they don’t try hard enough.
The former is a win-at-all-costs triumphalism, while the latter is a win-win, live-with-it-all lesson.
The former has the coldness of neoliberalism, but the latter has the warmth of social community.
Competition seems to have been my life’s work.
It started in the beanstalk classroom and stuck with me until retirement.
I don’t know how I internalized competition.
Maybe it’s just deeply ingrained in me.
There’s only one thing I’m happy about since I retired.
It’s the freedom from stress, the fact that I’m a little bit away from the pinnacle.
It’s a break I’ve been dreaming of for a long time.
When I retired, I had a lot of questions about what I wanted to do.
But the first thing I wanted to do was travel with my spouse.
I would have loved to, but my spouse has also been through a lot of people and things.
Alone, I would have been scared, but together, I was encouraged.
Now I have a son and daughter in that battlefield.
But I think about it.
You work hard, you live hard, and you don’t deserve a break like this.
I will give to more people and live with my head held high.
Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy day to join us.

 

 

Topic – I miss my spouse in heaven

It snowed lightly today.
Many people attach meaning to the first snowfall.
Hopefully, it’s because we miss them and want to share them.
We all feel the pain of loss.
Just because we don’t want to face it doesn’t mean we can’t.
The pain is contagious and can even be fatal.
There are some people you think of on good days.
My wife in heaven is one of them.
She’s been gone for a long time, but I can’t help but think of her.
A breeze in the air can bring back memories, or the moment I’m making a pot of bean sprout soup and putting it on the table.
I remember that my late wife used to sprinkle chili powder on the bean sprout soup every time she served it.
This leads to a lot of “what if’s” and a lot of regret that I didn’t do more for her when she was alive.
Perhaps these are the complex emotions that come with experiencing loss.
But then I think about it.
You’re stepping into the deep waters of loss, and then stepping back out, giving it just enough pain to make it bearable.
That you have to give grief space, that you have to cry until the fountain of tears runs dry, that you have to give up your right to love for the sake of love.
That there is no closure to grief.
I wonder if I’ve been holding it in for too long, not letting myself grieve.
For example, crying for 30 minutes when I should have been crying for 20.
I didn’t let 100% of the tears out, and I bottled some back up.
I think it’s time to be more honest with ourselves about our feelings.
Then, when you’ve shed every last tear, you’ll feel a sense of relief.
Perhaps to live life is to know death.
Once I’ve experienced the best stages of grief, the first time I experience a loss, grief and its unique healing power seems to bring me back from meaninglessness to meaningfulness again.
Loss is neither overcome nor recovered from.
On this joyous day, I think of my wife, who is once again smiling in heaven.
I resolve to spend today rejoicing and grieving as much as I can, remembering to my heart’s content.
I want to give all the joy and honor of today to my spouse in heaven.
Thank you.

 

 

Topic – I miss being a grown-up like my grandmother

The scent of spring is taking over the world.
The azaleas and forsythia blooming everywhere make me giggle like a child.
Most adults would say something like this.
‘Young people suffer because they are young, librarians suffer because they are young, you young people are living a little poorly, youth is enough to overcome everything, so let’s cut your salary and share the pain, but you young people are just complaining and complaining.’
Not all adults think like this.
Except for my grandmother, who was a kind and gentle soul.
“I’m sorry I’m just talking. But when you’re young and you work hard without complaints, you don’t know if you’ll be rewarded for your efforts when you’re old, and you don’t know if this society will give you that kind of wealth. ‘I wish my grandmother had had a little more time.’
After listening to my grandmother’s stories, the stories inside me would come out.
There were a lot of things I couldn’t say to my parents or friends, and I’d break down in tears in front of her.
I remember talking about things like this.
It was about how often I was chasing my imagination, and how my Seoul was breaking it so badly, and what kind of world I was dreaming of.
My grandmother used to say.
“The me of my youth and the you of today,” she would say, ”I don’t know how often we get the wrong attachments to things.
How often we get our priorities mixed up without knowing what’s really important, how much value we put on things that aren’t worth it, how many wrong decisions we make about what we can do, what we’re capable of, and all the things that push the limits of our abilities.
After listening to my grandmother’s story, I think to myself.
There’s life in it, there’s introspection in it, there’s Korea in it, and her little bit of sociology is so much better than the 300-page manuals of courses I studied to death in college.
The world was and is a cruel place.
It’s a really cruel reality.
You get people excited about apprenticeship, like it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and then when you get there, you realize that no one is going to teach you how to work, they’re just going to treat you as a disposable worker to be thrown away when you’re done.
I wonder what kind of advice I would give as an adult in society to a grandson who had such an experience.
I don’t think he’ll have the same depth of perspective on the world as his grandmother, even if he does read a lot of books and earns a master’s degree and eventually a doctorate.
I always dream of becoming an adult who sees the world like my grandmother.
Where can I learn from her character and behavior that I can’t find in books?
I promise myself that I will watch and learn from my grandmother whenever I can.
Thank you.

 

 

Topic – I want to listen to my grandmother’s advice for a long time

The wind is very cold.
I can’t help but think of you, who must have traveled a long way through this wind.
Recently, I attended my grandson’s graduation ceremony.
Every graduation and commencement ceremony reminds me of my own graduation, so many years ago.
It was the day before my graduation.
Funny enough, I left a note saying I was going to run away and walked out of the house.
I even wrote the date down neatly.
I didn’t want my parents to worry, just in case.
What’s even funnier is that it was my grandmother who supported me.
I went to my grandmother’s house before graduation.
I smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile because my heart wasn’t truly happy.
My grandmother noticed right away and kept asking me questions.
I had a vague idea of what was bothering me, but I didn’t really know what it was.
I went to my grandmother’s house to get some air, but that didn’t solve the feeling of closure.
My grandmother encouraged me to go on a week-long, time-bound runaway.
She told me to go somewhere unfamiliar, not somewhere I knew.
She said that being completely alone in an unfamiliar place, eating alone, and sleeping alone would not be comfortable.
She encouraged me that it would be uncomfortable for a young person, but that I would see myself when I was away from the space and time I was familiar with.
There was definitely a before and after of traveling.
I could see the problems I was struggling with, and even if they weren’t the right answers, they were close to the answers.
I have someone who can read my mind and see into my heart without me saying a word, just by looking at me and acting.
There is someone who is more objective and more subjective in her advice than even my parents.
That person is my grandmother.
It was her words that motivated me to travel, but it was a letter she handed me that really hit home.
I couldn’t stop staring at it for a while.
“Many youths are sitting down and thinking. Leave your seat and stand up. It takes courage to leave. If you do leave, be thoroughly solitary. What you leave to yourself will eventually return to you. I wonder what your thoughts will be when you return, matured, and I am sure you will find a new path.’
I think about how many books I need to read and how rich my experiences need to be to become an adult like my grandmother.
My grandmother feels like she knows everything about the world.
I want to strive to develop a wide and deep perspective like her.
It will probably take me eons to do so.
I hope that during those eons, my grandmother will be by my side, giving me advice and counsel.
I will always wish you good health.
Thank you.

 

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