Happy Birthday


Today would have been my dad’s 83rd birthday. I think. It’s difficult to know one’s father’s age, when one doesn’t even acknowledge one’s own…

Yesterday would have been Larry’s mother’s birthday, a woman that I never got to meet. She died when he was 21. What a way to ‘come of age’: as an orphan. I’ve been filling up his life with love and wise-cracking boosts since we met – and I will as long as I can. The day that we met is sort of a birth event for both of us: our partnership for happy life.

Good karma is our cake.