My father called yesterday and said, "Facebook tells me your birthday is on Tuesday!"
He wasn't joking. He really found out about it from Facebook. I get a call more or less like this every year. Fortunately I find it hilarious every year.
I've long since forgotten my father's birthday. April sometime? He is actively uninterested in it being observed, and I respect his wishes.
I didn't grow up with my Dad tho I saw him once a fortnight from the age of 2 to 16. I remember him writing down my O levels so he'd know what I was doing when asked. I remember him explaining batteries to me in the car (there is an alternate world out there where I lived with my Dad and became an engineer). But the one memory I cherish is introducing him to Brian Aldiss.
My father grew up in India. He tells a story about driving moonlit late at night with his family, in an open Model T Ford (this was the early 1930s), and having to stop because there was a tiger in the road. The tiger came up to the car and sniffed curiously: my dad, his two brothers, two sisters and their parents all held their breath. They could count the whiskers.
When I got married, Dad walked me down the aisle. Just before stepping back, he leaned over and said "It looks like I'm telling you something really significant. You're not allowed to tell anybody it wasn't." He was wearing a Mickey Mouse tie at the time.
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He wasn't joking. He really found out about it from Facebook. I get a call more or less like this every year. Fortunately I find it hilarious every year.
I've long since forgotten my father's birthday. April sometime? He is actively uninterested in it being observed, and I respect his wishes.
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