Monday, July 27, 2015
On My Father's 64th Birthday
Age, ironically, never really factored into anything. Weird, I know: A day where we're essentially marking the passage of time and age is the last thing on my mind.
But this year? I was drifting off to sleep last night and thinking about my father's birthday. He would have turned 64 today. And, well, I sort of found myself at a loss. What could I say that hasn't already been said or analyzed or picked apart over the years? What new revelations could I possibly come to...realize?
The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized what a seminal birthday this would have been for him.
Thanks to a little ditty by the Beatles, my father probably would have used today to take stock of his life and pontificate about his future (he was actually a big fan of pontificating...), just as John, Paul, George and Ringo did almost 50 years ago.
I know, this is probably such a trivial thing. From a psychological perspective, maybe I'm subconsciously focusing on a pop song to avoid thinking about the harder stuff, the bigger issues, the noticeable absence. But I do think of it. I do think about that classic song and how we'll never get our "When I'm Sixty Fours..." We never got to see my father reach this age. We never got to see him get older and lose his hair. We never got to see him "mending a fuse...when your lights have gone." We never got to see any of that. And we never will.
See, as much as I celebrate his birthday this year, as much as I'm so very thankful for all the happy years we had together, I mourn all that time we'll never have. I mourn all those memories we'll never get a chance to make. Time is tricky like that, I suppose. It's something you can really only see in its absence.
Oh, how true. I can't whistle, but maybe humming the tune a few times would be good for me. Happy Birthday, Father -- I wonder where you'd be at age 64. I hope you know that I think of you every single day... xoxo
P.S. Happy Birthday, Father: 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2014. And more on my father's suicide.