In the alternate path universes, today I am calling you in Florida to wish you a happy 85th Birthday. You will want more to hear me talk about me than me talk about you. I might be talking about the next trip down I have planned.
Instead I am looking through just digital images that are fragments of memories, and I seem to have more of your objects than your face (there are more of those in the boxed photo albums 2000 miles away in a closet). I want to have one more conversation with you, yet the closest I can get is that imprinted memory of your voice. Does it even matter if I can recall it exactly or just more I can tap into it?
I hope for anyone whose fill in the blank verb for ‘Today _________ is my Dad’s birthday” is a present tense one really appreciates the mening of that verb.
You would not want anyone skulking around on your birthday, you’d rather be grilling your own steak dinner or trimming the grass, so I will listen to your [imagined] words of advice, “Old Man”.
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