You would have turned 64 today. I never thought that I wouldn’t get to sing “When I’m 64” to you on your birthday this year (even thought it’s a Paul song). We both knew that 65 might be a push and 70, well we didn’t dare dream that 70 was possible, but 64, that was a no-brainer. I had already made plans for us to visit Montreal and you were so excited about that. We would have left last night on the train (something we NEVER do – travel by train) and checked into John and Yoko’s room at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel. We would spend the day wandering around in Montreal, celebrating your 64th birthday in style.
How I wish that could have happened.
Instead, today, I have plans to celebrate your birthday with some lovely friends. I am even heading out of town to do it (the first time I’ve left Kingston since we took that trip to Brockville to have your PICC put in). We will remember you and will laugh a lot and probably cry a little and talk about much we loved you and the joy you brought to our lives, not to mention how much better off we were for having you in our lives.
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
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