My father would have been sixty today.

We had a huge extravaganza planned for him. We were going to book a huge ballroom and invite all of his friends, have a ten-course meal and lots of entertainment. It would've been the social event of the year. He would have loved it.

I went through my papers and took out the notes I had made on the big event. I took them outside and quietly burned them. I watched the flames slowly consume the paper, as it turned black and curled up slowly before evaporating in little specks of carbon and dust, carried away into the wind.

Happy birthday, Dad, where ever you are.