Happy Birthday.
January 2, 2012
You at 36.
I don’t think I can even imagine it.
Today has been a bit painful. Lots of memories. Of yo-yos. And laundry. And Geography. And Green. And Home. And just of you.
I opened a box yesterday of a game I haven’t played in ages. You had written your name on one of the game pieces. I didn’t know or remember. Tears. Another reminder that you really were here. And oh my. The sensation of you being a part of me. Like a literal limb. Missing. It hurts.
I love you. So very much.
Watch over birdman. Things can’t be good.
Happy Birthday BB.
