Today is my dad's birthday. I remember when I was a child laying in my bed and hearing my parents talking in the other room. I could hear their voices through the wall heater that separated my room from where they sat in the living room. They are no longer in the living room. My dad died in 1977. I remember thinking as a child how awful it would be if they died and how alone I would be. My mom is now also gone and sometimes I think about how right I was as a child. I miss them both and I can still hear their voices.