Eighty-one

 

I continue to remember the day you were born.
5.23.1929
As always, in my mind we are playing catch in the backyard with grass that was green as emeralds.
A juicy hot dog with lots of mustard from Rip’s would follow.
Maybe even a ride on the go-carts, if I was lucky.
With you, I was always lucky.
Miss you, Dad.

~m

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6 Responses to “Eighty-one”

  1. beautiful….true love never dies….

  2. Pam says:

    You’ve made him smile.
    :hat:

  3. Lynn says:

    What a great memory! Happy B’day Walter! My Dad was born in 1929, too!

  4. anonymum says:

    My mind will be in a similar place on the 24th. Would have been his 79th and this will be the first where I can’t call to say Happy Birthday.
    I’m sure your Dad is smiling at your memories, and I hope he warms your heart throughout the day
    {{{hugs}}}

  5. enreal says:

    It will soon be Sixty Three for my Dad. It’s sad. No matter the memories, laughs and happiness, there is still that pang of sadness… :sad: One good thing, they are happy now…

  6. Marcus says:

    Very touching. I haven’t seen my dad for a few years now.

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