319//365 / by Rebecca Tillett

319//365
319//365

(319//365) You would be 54 today, Dad. And I can hardly fathom it. Sometimes, it feels like the only language I know is time and we commune in years. I can still remember when we'd speak in days and hours and minutes, but it's been a while now, for both of us.

Fifty-four doesn't suit you anyway which is time for "you did the best you could." You'll never really be any older than 38 years, 1 month and 1 day.

Happy Birthday.