Dear Dad: 90
Dear Dad,
If the world was fair (and we
know it is not) we would have been celebrating your 90th birthday today. I
would have taken the day off and come down to see you. And in the fantasy
world, Steve & James would have come too. You would be 90, but
mobile. I would have brought you a cake (vegan so I could eat too).
We would have talked about the Knicks win last night.
You LOVED basketball so much
and I wish you were here to watch these games. Let's face it, I don't
care about the game (sorry), but I am thrilled at how NY is doing (except for
game 3 which was cursed with bad juju and we don't want to talk about that) and
how this uniting the tristate area (and other areas as well I suspect).
Again, while I am not a fan of the game or any team in particular, I LOVE the
enthusiasm and the joy that this is bringing to the area. Anything that
brings people together is a good thing in my book.
I think of all the games you missed...you watched just about every sporting event there was to be televised. I know football and basketball were favorites. And if Bucknell was playing ANY sport and it was (miraculously) on tv, you would be watching. You WOULD be watching.
I wish you were here for so
many reasons. Your last birthday in 2023 isn't what I want to
remember. I want to remember "real" birthdays and
celebrations. And that's not what your last birthday was. Not by a
long shot.
There are so many celebrations
that I wish you had been around for. So many accomplishments that your
grandson had made that you aren't around to witness. That sucks. It
makes me angry. I makes me sad. It frustrates the hell out of me.
I know I should be grateful for
the time we DID have. I AM grateful for that. It's just that I
wanted more. (Doesn't everyone?) Of course what I wanted was more
of "healthy" dad. (And mom as well for that matter.) We needed
less hospitals. Less rehabs. More time on the bay. More time at the
beach. More boat rides. More crab "races." More
good times.
I realize that I am now the
same age you were when I got married. (That is scary!) I love you,
but I don't want to encounter the health issues that popped up in the years
following. I'm doing my best to keep on top of things to postpone any
"decline." I know that some things are inevitable, but I'
trying to stave them off. I want to learn from your experiences.
I see more of you in
myself. I so clearly have your skin; not just wrinkles (like that huge
one across my forehead) but all the lumps and bumps that no one wants to
have. I am having some feet issues, which was a thing for you as
well. But I think mine are more like mom's (just like I have her
"flabby" arms, heavy legs and belly that I can't seem to get rid
of). Sometimes when I look in the mirror and see this "old"
face, I also see you. Let me be honest, I'd rather see young me and young
you.
On this hot and humid Thursday,
as every June 11th, I'm remembering all the fun and all the laughter.
(Foster's Crab Stick has a special place for display at the house in the
Poconos.) I'll remember all the birthdays and celebrations.
I'll remember you.
Love,
Me
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