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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