You would have been 78 today. Your friends at the coffee shop would have probably given you extra breakfast goodies, and later on, we would have stopped by to celebrate your birthday. The boys would have run around as usual, and you would have loved listening to all their new doings, their school stories, their new successes.
Thank you for having lunch with me every Monday for many years. I treasure those memories and I hope one day we get to celebrate your birthday together again, with a proper Peruvian breakfast, lots of Peruvian newspapers and magazines and great conversation.
I miss you so much, dad.