As of twenty-three minutes ago, my dad would have been seventy-two years old.
If he was still around, I’d probably open my eyes widely in his direction and instigate a bit with, “Seventy-two, huh?”
But per usual, he wouldn’t take the bait. He’d just smile and shake his head at me.
“It’s better than the alternative,” was his famous line when people complained about getting older on their birthdays.
A few nights ago, I watched up to the part when Michael confronts Apollonia’s father in GF1 (the original Godfather). Alone in the dark, I cried until I was out of tears.
Like most father and son teams, this was our movie. If we found it on TV while clicking through the channels, control of the remote control would be relinquished and it would remain untouched until the closing credits.
And now here I sit at the kitchen table, in his seat, listening to his favorite song Take Five by Dave Brubeck, in efforts to somehow…I don’t know…invoke the spirits maybe to give me a meaningful message.
But the truth is, the spirits revealed their message before I even knew to ask them to tonight.
While mindlessly making a cup of tea before starting to write, I noticed these words printed on the tab of the teabag: The purpose of life is to enjoy every moment.
is to enjoy
I think I can feel my dad agreeing from the other side.
With that said, remember to be loving to your loved ones. Even if they make it really hard for you to do so.
They sometimes leave you faster than you’d ever imagine.
Happy Birthday Dad.
I love you and miss you immeasurably.