You would have been 88 today, just over seven years more than you were given in this realm.  I wonder how those seven years would have treated you, how you would have treated them.  I shudder to think they would not have been kind to you, one of the kindest people to ever grace the planet.

It goes without saying, of course, but I miss you like mad.  I wish you were here to celebrate with a lunch that you wouldn’t let me pay for.  I miss your desert-dry sense of humor.  I miss you and your ridiculous-but-amazing white sunglasses.