Dear friends.

It's my father's birthday today, and I just had to be here. We’re all getting together for dinner later on at an Indian restaurant. I hope he likes it, because he’s kind on one track minded when it comes to alternative food. But we’ll all be together and that’s fine by me. Since my brother came and got his divorce, and I lost my girl, things have been different. Not easy, but rather easily confusing.
We all got a little closer I guess, and that feels good.

He's one of a kind. A wonderfull man, who lives his life still being to nice. His health, happily, is iron made. Strong as a bull, time just seems to pass and leave him undisturbed. He’s 76 today, but he just doesn’t look like an old man. He smiles, and sometimes his reasoning has lost some of its customary warp speed, but he is as I remember him ten or fifteen years ago. He’s generous and resilient. Brave and somehow scared of some changes necessary in the so called modern world. He as bonr in 1929, ok? Give the guy a break...

I’m happy that in these last years I have had the chance to get closer to him and my mother. My ( tiny tiny) maturity has allowed me to enjoy my parents. Allowed me to savour their contribution as a fundamental part of whatever I might do right. If I do anything correctly, it's because of them. My parents made an agnostic. And just for that, I could love them as I do.

Happy Birthday young man.
You’ve always set the best example for me.
I hope someday to become at least just a little bit of what you are.
Then I’ll have a story to tell, and might be proud of something in my life.
As I am of you and your permanent legacy.

Love You DAD!

Happy Birthday!

Your loving son. .