Yesterday was my father’s birthday. He would have been 72 years old. I wish he were here so I could have coffee with him and take him out for breakfast. I have a very faint and distant memory of having breakfast with him at a greasy spoon in Buffalo. That sounds nice. I would take him to the Silver Grill Cafe in Fort Collins and drink coffee and order one cinnamon roll to share and I would tell him about Matthew and Emmitt and Mr. Pi.

While my life has turned out beautifully, despite the loss of my father at the age of six, I do wish I would have had the opportunity to get to know him. I think we would have enjoyed each other.

Happy birthday papa! Your family is well.