I still can’t believe that you’ve been gone for eight Octobers. I’ve been thinking of you today and about all that you’ve given me. Because of you, I was always proud that I was a “smart kid”. Thanks for passing on your dry sense of humor, your affection for books, your astigmatism and your love of sleeping late.
Today, in honor of your birthday, I’ll read a good book, pop open a cold Heineken and give the Sunday Times Crossword a try. I miss you.