Today is my father’s birthday.

Clockwise from left: Steve, Andrea, Tim, Curt. My dad is in plaid on the right.

He would have been 59. He died in this city in 1987.
My sister and I once released a message in a balloon to him on his birthday.
When I was little, I used to think I’d see him in the grocery store or on the street.
I think about him every day.