Today would have been my dad’s 74th birthday.
This season carries gravity. Father’s Day, his birthday, and the anniversary of his passing all fall within 60 days.
For me, grief has no straight path. It revisits, reshapes, and rises when I least expect it.
But alongside it lives a legacy built on generosity and kindness.
He made people feel seen. Gave permission to feel deeply and to laugh through pain. That mission continues.
To those carrying loss right now: you’re not alone.
Happy birthday, Dad. Love you forever.
talked to an engineer maybe 10 years ago who told me how he worked with his fav streamer on in the background
unsurprisingly, people treat video podcasts the same. i think generationally folks dont get it but we did this with linear TV and netflix too
used to live south of campus in berkeley and would regularly do this with movie popcorn in the lobby of the Elmwood Rialto — they knew me like i was a regular at a coffee shop