It’s Pam’s birthday today. She’s dead, but it’s a family custom to keep counting her ‘heavenly birthdays’ until we eventually die ourselves and someone else takes over the count. “Happy birthday Pam! She loved Saturdays, football and smokes” pings a message from my father.
TO PAM, WHO CLEANED THE MALL
TO PAM, WHO CLEANED THE MALL
TO PAM, WHO CLEANED THE MALL
It’s Pam’s birthday today. She’s dead, but it’s a family custom to keep counting her ‘heavenly birthdays’ until we eventually die ourselves and someone else takes over the count. “Happy birthday Pam! She loved Saturdays, football and smokes” pings a message from my father.