Monday, 25 May 2015


Today is my dad's birthday.  He'd be turning 61.  He was always really great at remembering special days.  He liked numbers.  He also liked acronyms and initializations.  He would call me L.B.G. 
"What does that mean?" I'd ask.
Little big girl.
The next night he'd call me B.L.G.
"What does that mean?" I'd ask.
Big little girl.
Eventually I got better at catching on.
He'd call me by my initials, P.C.R. and he created a word out of them, calling me PeeKeR.
I miss him.