Daddy was in a motorcycle accident last night. Nothing major, just hurt his shoulder, but I showed up at my parents' expecting birthday dinner and got "Dad was an in accident." Daddy feels so terrible, he called me crying and apologizing for fucking up my birthday. He said last night he thinks that's the end of his motorcycle career. Instead of "the universe maybe almost killed my dad on my birthday, thanks a lot asshole" I'm attempting to think "the universe taught dad the best lesson ever on my fucking birthday because it knew that would make the lesson all the more salient."
Welcome to adulthood.