Today would have been your 40th birthday. Just
wanted you to know I was thinking of you today, as I do often. It was always a
point of pride (maybe that’s weird?) that we were only 1 week apart in age, and
maybe we were baby buddies in the maternity ward.
I miss you, my friend. I miss your laugh. I miss your “that’s
what she said” jokes. I miss one of the few people who also disliked Great Big
Sea. I miss the guy who’d split the bottle of cream soda with me, and loved my
banana bread. I miss your great sense of humor.
I started playing DnD this year, and I’m using your dice. I
prefer to think of it as keeping them “warm” until your son is old enough to be
interested, and then I’ll gladly hand them over. In the meantime, it’s nice to
have that connection with you. Sorry I didn’t start playing soon enough for you
to see. Wonder what you’d think of my character?
Halloween is coming up, and I’m going to miss seeing you at
pumpkin carving.
It’s weird to look over at my calendar, where I’ve written
everyone’s birthday, and to not see yours there. Maybe I should just write it
in anyway?
Cancer sucks. I’m mad at it for taking you away. But I know
you’re not suffering anymore, and have probably been enjoying all the non-liquid
food you can since you arrived on the other side. ;)
Happy birthday. I’m sending your birthday hugs to the sky. I
hope you have some way of knowing that I am thinking of you today.
