just now, as i was typing in the date for behold i realized that today is my grandfather’s birthday. he would have been 90. (and all of a sudden my morning is tinged with melancholy, for him, and my grandmother, and everyone else who might be mourning today.) are you supposed to stop celebrating someone’s birth after they’ve died?
i don’t think so, because i will celebrate him as long as i live.
“did you know it’s grandpa’s birthday today?” she yelled, from down the hallway.
“yes,” i said.
“did you pray for him?”