Yo I know I'm late!
Sorry sorry sorry...sorry.
Well happy deathday! Been like 5 years? 6 years? Honestly man I've no idea it's hard to keep track of things like that.
I know I'm way more enthusiastic than I should be but you know, you taught us to be optimistic and happy so I'm not going to spend the time morning but honouring how you raised us.
But for real though I had a really scary moment recently. There was a time where I want sure if you were real or not. I want sure if you were really around out if I'd dreamt it or if it was A figment of my imagination. And it started to actually feel real. Like you were actually a dream.
And I got scared.
Fast forward two days later Win asked me to send him some details about you and mum and oh man did I find them. Student reports from 1975, birth certificate, marriage certificate, my birth certificate, photos of you as a student and young man - photos we've never seen before.
And after that I knew you were real. More real than real can be. And I miss you. I remember you coming home through the front door and me and mum would be there to give you a kiss. Then you'd hang out in the living room or we'd eat lunch together if we haven't eaten yet.
No joke, my sense of smell is so bad, right. I can still remember the smell if your perfume and the feel of the sweaty stubble of your beard.
I miss you.
And I love you eternally.
Happy anniversary,
Nasri
