Monday, July 27, 2015

On My Father's 64th Birthday

When I was young, I never really thought much about my parents' birthdays beyond getting them a special gift and celebrating with their favorite cake. The day came and went, only to be repeated 364 days later.

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.

64.

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.
My mom posted the above photo on Facebook this morning, saying: "Happy birthday, dear Brian. He would have been 64 today, and you can be sure he would have been whistling that Beatles song all day long. Ringo was his favorite, after all!"

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.

3 comments:

  1. But Melissa, think back to all those beautiful moments when you were down, or weak, or frustrated, and your father's love and laughter brought back the light. Focus on the light.
    The Beatles song asks, "Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"
    Yes, Brian, the world still needs you and many like you. Your family still longs for you.
    Remember, that now, every happy memory feeds your soul. And, I imagine, his too.
    With a hug, Jayne

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  2. i think that your Dad would be so proud of his amazing family of you 3 ladies. We do the same thing... celebrate birthdays and also the anniversary of their passing. And any other special holidays. Most recently - Fathers Day - we really miss our grandpas. Keeping the memories are so special. My grandma used to say "Grandpa watches us from Heaven. The 3 of you are your Dad's most amazing and sweet legacy of love ox

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  3. That's so beautiful, Melissa......

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