Fifty-five (I am not fatherless)
It's a late Friday evening, my mind turns to pondering and wandering. October third. I think back to childhood. Birthday's were and still remain to be a special day in my family, as they might be in many of yours. My parents are/were born three days apart, which I always thought was cool growing up. It's one of those things when that special someone walks into your life that make you notice them just that much more. Like a silly common interest two potential partners could share; loving the exact same restaurant, interested in the same types of literature, games or movies, pondering those deep questions in life that you thought no one else would, or even just realizing that for the first time you feel something for someone you never thought you would/could. Perhaps this small trait of having (close to) the same birthday was something of a spark for my parents. This closet romantic would love to think so. Today my dad would have turned 55 and it's really made me stop...