Thursday, September 23, 2010

And she cries in the night

Today would have been my dad's birthday.

Do you stop having birthdays when you die?

Or is that dictated by fame? Mozart will have a birthday for decades but in 20 more years, Led Zeppelin's will be faded moment in the history of brief lives lived large on a world stage?

Anyhow, there it is. He is no more and yet the day remains. And it needs marking.
So it's a commemoration thing. At the commemorative bench.

'Sometimes I sits.
And sometimes I sits and thinks'.

Hug your people tight folks, because we are on a rock that's spinning silently.

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