At the cemetery on Sunday, huddled under umbrellas and staring at Sally's tombstone in the rain, Dad asked my brother and I, "How old would Mom have been today?"
"65," I answered smugly. "I wrote about it in my blog last night."
"Wrong," Dad said.
"No! I'm right! 65!" I said.
"Wrong," Dad said again.
"I counted! 2009 - 1943..." I said
"...is 66," Dad finished.
"Shoot! I lied to everyone. I said she was 65." I said.
"Well, mom was 2 1/2 years older than me, and I'll be 64 this year," Dad said.
"You're going to be 64?" I asked.
"Yup," he said. "Like the Beatles song."
"Dad," I pretended to scold, "are you getting old?" I caught his eye and smiled.
"I hope not!" he laughed.
"'Will ya still need me? Will ya still feed me? When I'm 64'." I sang, off-key. Click the "Play" button below to hear the Beatles sing it!
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