I love you. And I miss you. Terribly.

Gram and I did some work in the basement. Organized files, moved books, neatened your office a bit. Hope you don’t mind, but I read some of your writing notes.

I wish you could have finished your book.

I wish Gram wasn’t in such a hurry to rearrange your office, give away a lot of your belongings, change the voice on the answering machine.

I wish Mom and Asher could have shown up today.

Dammit, I wish YOU could have been here today.

But I guess it’s hard to celebrate an age that you didn’t quite reach.

I know you’re never gonna get this, and that you’re completely unaware of anything that’s going on.

But if you did, you know that I miss you. I miss you. I really fucking miss you.

Happy Birthday, Pa.