I tried to call your son to sing happy birthday to his daughter, but you passed right at that moment and I had to go through with it alone.
This is not a complaint. Just that when you passed, you left a void where you once were. Who will sing happy birthday and let my daughters play with his beard now?
The world lost an adventurer, but most won’t know that. They won’t know that you reinvented yourself multiple times over your lifetime.
And I think you were ok with that.
I am thinking about you now as I light a candle and wait for peace to descend on the house at bedtime. I will read The Old Man and The Sea. You have captured your fish and are standing on the shore now with nothing, but we are the boy and we know that you conquered and loved and we’re are here waiting to see you in another life.