Pops returning home at the end of the evening, Castro Valley, CA.
I watch him go through these doors to his apartment in the retirement community so long and hard now. Used to be he’d turn and wave and shamble off, only looking back once to wave me away (‘gwan now, doll; go home).
Now, stooped by his ninety-one years (this Wednesday), he turns and looks over and over again. And so do I.
Our pops share a birthday!!! Please wish yours a very happy from me, and my relative youngun’ of a dad, who is 72 today. 🙂