He was 11 years older than me.
I made a LOT of jokes about his age…
“You’ll be 50 before I’m 40…”
“We’ll be married for the rest of your life…”
“The who???” (whenever he was talking about a band popular in the 70’s/80’s…)
From now on… I will always, always be cognizant of my words. They create my reality.
In 3 days, it will be his 50th birthday.
He died a month after his 49th.
We were married for the rest of his life.
I will still make jokes about bands I wasn’t old enough to remember when they came out…
In 3 days, I will bake a cake.
In 3 days, ,I will celebrate what should have been his 50th birthday.
My old man who never got the chance to get old… he will live forever in our hearts and memories…