Saturday, August 4, 2012
He was a Leo. King of all around him.
Today he would have been 64.
Today I would have called him and sung a horrible rendition of "Happy Birthday".
He would have answered the phone and, instead of saying hello, would have said "Oh, god, not again" and I would have made the rendition even more off key.
I don't think I missed a Birthday in the last ten years of his life.
I don't call now. But I still sing to him. I just keep it in tune now.
Happy Birthday, Dan. I love you.