For many years, I couldn’t remember if his birthday was May 4th or May 5th so I would call him on May 4th and feel it out. I mean, I couldn’t ask! Eventually, I figured it out.

He would have been 64 today.

So, Happy Birthday, pop. I miss you greatly. You died just before your 59th birthday. This is the sixth year I haven’t been able to do the birthday dance with you.

We used to sing together. Sort of. He had a terrible voice and knew it. So we would caterwaul together. He especially liked to destroy, er, sing Beatles songs and this was one of our favorites to sing together.

Here’s a song for you, dad.