Lighthouse Birthday Quotes

On my seventh birthday, my father swore, for the first of many times, that I would die facedown in a cesspool. On that same occasion, my mother, with all the accompanying mystery and elevated language appropriate for a prominent diviner, turned her cards, screamed delicately, and proclaimed that my doom was written in water and blood and ice. As for me, from about that time and for twenty years since, I had spat on my middle finger and slapped the rump of every aingerou I noticed, murmuring the sincerest, devoutest prayer that I might prove my parents' predictions wrong. Not so much that I feared the doom itself - doom is just the hind end of living, after all - but to see the two who birthed me confounded.

The rose bush I planted in the garden is your birthday present from me. To answer your question you asked me in the car last night; Whenever I walk past a pub, I will always think of spending the night with you under the stars by the open fire listening to the waves and talking together at Poteen Café. I will never forget dancing with you in the street outside the Old Lighthouse Bistro. Finally, I will always remember you standing in the hallway in that blue dress looking at me with those beautiful eyes of yours. Take care of yourself, please." Yours very truly, Brian