Annihilating Friday

When his father died, it was a Friday. They hadn't seen each other in a long time. And Friday became a symbol of loss for him. For the first time in his life, he felt how time could deliver blows. Each new Friday seemed to reset his grief, a stark reminder that he hadn't had the chance to say goodbye to his father. Gradually, this feeling grew into hatred. Not towards people, not towards circumstances, but towards a day of the week.

He decided: Friday must be annihilated.

At first, it was minor things – destroying calendars, tearing out pages marked Friday. Then his methods became more radical. He sought out and destroyed books where Friday was mentioned, bought up and burned postcards and albums featuring Friday holidays. Radio programs and TV shows airing on Friday ignited his fury.

He filed complaints, lobbied for laws, even enlisted lawyers to have Friday removed from the calendar.

"Friday is a mistake!" he insisted, addressing officials.

But it wasn't enough. He created a program designed to delete Friday from all electronic calendars. This algorithm could alter every schedule on the planet. He worked day and night, pushing away sleep, losing friends and health. All for the sake of his goal – to erase Friday.

One night, sitting at his computer, he felt a tear roll down his cheek. His father's image surfaced in his mind. A warm gaze, a voice he would never hear again. He wondered: would his father have wanted such a legacy?

Then his memory opened before him. He began replaying moments associated with Friday. At first, bitter recollections surfaced, but then others came: the first date, the first love, the first kiss – all had happened on a Friday.

His wedding was also on a Friday. And the birth of his first child – that day that changed his life.

And suddenly it dawned on him. If he annihilated Friday, he would destroy these memories as well. He would erase not only the pain of loss but everything that connected him to life. He understood that Friday was not an enemy. It was a part of himself.

It was Friday. He looked at his watch and remembered that it was his birthday today.

A wave of realization washed over him. If he continued, there would be no turning back. He couldn't bring back his father, but he could preserve his memory. To make Friday not a day of sorrow, but a day of gratitude for life.

From that moment on, he decided to dedicate himself to something different. Instead of erasing Friday, he began to promote it. He created a foundation that helped people preserve the memory of loved ones. He organized events, concerts, and activities dedicated to Fridays. He inspired others to remember that life is not only about loss, but also about moments of happiness that make us human.

Friday became for him a symbol not of loss, but of continuation. The day he remembered his father and rejoiced in life.