Sorry I Missed Your Birthday John

It was yesterday, and I just plain forgot.  I apologize.  You were born in 1932, right?  You'd have turned 84 yesterday and there would have been a big cake and a lot of friends calling and probably some television people with cameras and boom mikes jonesing around for a 3 minute interview for the evening news.  Your kids would have been there, and maybe the grandkids, too.  They'd all sing Happy Birthday To You and then make you blow out the candles on the cake.   But really, they'd want you to sing to them.

Just like you sang for everyone else all those years.