Wishes

I was just like you. I was born on a Thursday, too. We had the same hair and eye color. I grew up straight and tall and you saw it.

You knew I would get married, but you didn't make it to the wedding (and you told me you wouldn't).

We named our little boy a good Irish name you would have liked and used your name as one of his middle names (with his other grandpa's name), and I did it just right, so you wouldn't be reminded of the father who abandoned you so long ago. As the folks in the neighborhood used to say when he was a baby, Bubba was a buster (see #3 here.)

A decade has passed, and on this day, I still think of you.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Love,

RehabRN

How many more days?

Yes, it's only Thursday, but as one patient relative said to me yesterday, "The days are all running together." Yes, that happens a lot at the Hotel.

So is it flow, as this theory says it is? 

Not sure, so, c'mon Friday!