Dad and me. Still at the hospital after I was born
You would’ve turned 60 today.
But six months ago you died. Six months tomorrow.
I have your birthday card here. I stockpile them during the Christmas sales for the people I need to remember for the year ahead. It is one of my usual sort of selection: there’s a picture of a golfer on the 1st tee, readying to strike the ball up into a perky, shiny sun and happy skies. I bought these sport-themed cards because I hoped you’d like them, what with your general cricketing and sporting fanaticism.
I don’t know who else I’d send it to now. Probably no-one. I’ll keep it in my cabinet.
A lonely card without a recipient.
Happy Birthday xx
