Today would have been your 47th birthday.
I would have called you at midnight to sing to you.
You would have returned the favour 24 hour later on what will be my 30th birthday.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.
Many of those days I find myself crying, wishing you were here to laugh with me.
One day that sadness will turn to laughter again.
Until then, I have nothing but the best memories shared with you.
I love you always.