happy birthday benjamin

I cannot think of a better day to begin your birthday than a small rain and coffee.

In my Freddie Mercury cup, which is even more perfect still.

We have not been able to stop time, though we have tried.

You have stayed the same, like in amber resin after all these years.

We still tell your stories, but we have become older, sometimes wiser, and certainly more connected to the weather.

Do you remember the way the tin roof sounded when it poured down rain at Granny and Papa’s house?

It doesn’t do that here, not to mention we don’t have the right roof or the time to holler over the storm.

We miss you, so much. maybe your laugh the most.

Your sense of humor lives on in Coretta, I think.

She is going to be the funny one, I think.

You still show up for us occasionally, and I do know it’s you.

Because of the choice of songs.

Your little homemade book, things that will help, has a little following now.

You still are giving off significant light.