My son loved lasagne
and his Polaroid camera,
writing music,
and playing it,
writing books and essays.
What he didn't love was life.
I'm making lasagne today for his 31st birthday.
I didn't make it for his 27th,
even though he half-heartedly asked me to.
I talked him into something else,
because of one of the family members.
I didn't know he would be gone a month later.
I won't make that mistake again.
Happy Birthday, Joshua.
