When he deceased so did forever. Charred with him everything. Nose twists, hair scrubs, pinky swears, four squares, flamenco claps, Elvis lullabies, 3 piece suits, pocket combs.
If he were around he would have turned 70 today and still look as dapper as he did at 45. In these last 3 months invested in manifesting him, I realized that it has taken me forever to understand what "that" word means. I have shortchanged myself in every relationship, denying myself the right to love like forever. I have shut my heart knowing that it will never last, I have successfully singed every memory of every man past.
With your birthday, I too start a new. With a fearless heart unafraid of a word "forever" I receive with arms wide open.
Happy birthday papa.