Tonight is a night to remember.
Not to remember.
But to remember.
Well I guess they both are verbs.
But this verb is a verb of the present.
Instead of future.
Tonight is a night to do the act of remembering.
In a search through many boxes of memories I stumbled upon something.
I found a note.
It was one I slipped in my dad's suite case before he left on one of his trips.
It was from when I was ten.
"Hi dad its Michel
if you get this mesegge
it mens that you are
not dead and I can
spell well dad I love
Two things stick out in this little note:
1. I was horrid speller at the age of ten. I misspelled my own name. Dyslexia can only justify so much. I mean come on.
2. I had a darker sense of humor than your average ten year old. Still I think it's kind of funny.
I'm so blessed to have a dad like mine.
And a mom like mine. She's amazing.
Dad, I love you.
Ma, I love you.