For Pop Pop
I went on one of his famously long walks.
For Peter
I dedicated a song before hundreds because the show must go on.
For Christopher
I read about Zen and Motorcycles but found neither God or speed.
For dad
I sobbed in rush hour traffic because my car was a womb in which I was trapped.
So mom where will it be?
You know I hate surprises.
See title for the answer.
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