So the Yankees hammered the Red Sox and the Dodgers nailed the Braves with a walk-off home run (we were at the stadium to see it), and at 11:30 pm we blew out the candle on a vanilla/vanilla cupcake. Standing in the backyard under the full moon, Sharon and I each made a wish and sent off a prayer, thinking of you. I'm going to follow the Chinese custom of leaving this food out for your ghost, to provide spiritual nourishment on your journey where I cannot yet follow.
Happy Birthday, Daddy. I love you.
