birthday

Your birthday is coming, little bro. I don't know why but so far of all the shitty milestones that we've all passed through these past 6 months, this one is looming the largest for me. To say that I miss you is the understatement of a lifetime. When you died, baby brother, my heart cracked open and the person that I was died then, too. (Which, to tell the absolute truth, isn't necessarily a bad thing. But that's another story.) Suffice it to say that you are missed, body and soul. Three days until your birthday now, the day when you would have turned 29 years old. Missing you. Loving you.