If you’ve read Last Birthday, you already know it’s not a performance.
It’s a memory held gently. A goodbye spoken in gestures, in silence, in sunlit garden paths.
Yesterday evening, I recorded this podcast version—a quiet retelling of that final birthday with my dad. It’s tender, raw in places. Not for drama. Just to honor what that day meant—and still means.
If you find resonance in the spoken word, or want to feel the pauses the way they landed in me, this version may meet you differently.
Not rehearsed. Not hardened. Just real.
Still soft. Still remembering.
If it speaks to something in you, I’d love to know.
—Robert
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