September 21

 September 21st Is my dad’s birthday. The second one that he won’t be here for. He’d be 76. 

I talk to him a lot and make sure that I’m not forgetting his voice but, that will come eventually. We can’t imagine forgetting the voice of someone we love but we do in time.

I’ve texted messages to his phone. I’d imaging that it’s not on anymore and probably at some point some stranger will be given his number and wonder who the weirdo is that keeps sending “ I miss you” “ I love you” “ I need to talk to you” and maybe they will be kind enough to just ignore them and let me continue.

It’s a strange thing, being an orphan. 

Happy Birthday, Dad. 

Tracy