60th
Today is supposed to be my father's 60thbirthday. Still 5 years shy of mandatory retirement age but he retired from this world too soon. He has been gone for almost 3 years now. I wonder what he's up to now. Probably organizing some anti-GMA movement up there. He would have loved watching the televised circus at the senate and seeing all those senators making a fool of themselves there.
He would have loved our newly refurbished piano and would have played it after watching tv. He would have been annoyed at the sight of the almost bald tired of our isuzu crosswind and would have admonished us for not buying new tires.
I wonder what he would say about my weight now. He would probably think I am pregnant now with the way I eat/inhale my food.
My father was outlived by Might Mouse, the big unseen rat living above our ceiling, who munched at my sister's electrical outlet recently. That dratted rat kept on scratching our ceiling. My mother had set a trap for Mighty Mouse but I guess he's smarter than we thought. I wonder what my father would have done. He probably would have sent a cat – which would have been smaller than Mighty Mouse – to the ceiling opening near our second floor bathroom. But our cat is now missing in action.
I wonder what he thinks of us now. I hope he's happy up there. It has almost been three years.
