The Oldest

It still feels so weird to be sending my three sons their own Father’s Day cards.

My first impulse is to get one for my father, who has been gone since 2003.

As my mother just recently passed and joined him last week, a stark realization hit me this morning.

I am now the oldest Loveman.

He used to refer to us by number – all five of us had a digit and since I was the oldest, I was Number 1.

I used to kid them all, taunting in a sing song voice “I’m number wonn uhn, I’m number wonn uhn….”

I think I’ll stop doing that now.