Happy Birthday, Brother
I’ll see you in my dreams indeed.
I love when I dream about my Dad, my cousin Maryanne and my brother Jeff.
Seems they take turns paying visits to me, and while the dreams are usually nonsensical I can feel them there.
I woke on Saturday morning to a few texts from my nephew John who was a little concerned about the Yankees losing a couple of ugly ones.
Then we swapped thoughts of a birthday that will be celebrated even if the birthday boy isn’t here.
“Not right,” I texted. “We should be up to shenanigans today.”
That’s the sad part. We didn’t get a chance to see how it all would have evolved.
“Let it be,” I mentioned, which is easier said than done.
We went back to worrying about the starting pitching and I did my best to talk my nephew off the baseball ledge.
“Every team has tough stretches. They had 76 good starts in a row and now two bad ones. It’s how life goes.”
Johnny thought about it for a minute.
“I want to win every day!” He wrote.
The kid is gonna’ be all right.
Chip off the old block.
Happy Birthday, 🎉 Jeff.
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