Happy birthday,
by the way.
I just thought I’d write to you,
since I never really did
It’s been two years now
two complete rotations around the sun
since you died.
I probably think about you every week-
believe it or not,
you changed my whole outlook on life
But I’m sorry to say it didn’t happen until you left.
I think about you every time I leave the house in the morning
I think about how sudden it was
and how that happens every day to all kinds of people
even you.
I think about you every time I say goodbye to anyone
especially if the person I’m saluting is getting into a car
and when I say goodbye
I say it as heartfully as I can
and I hope that maybe they’ll realize that I’m saying
“I love you”
and “please, for the love of god, drive safely.
please.”
all in one word.
Because if I said it openly like that they’d all think I was totally mental.
I’m not mental.
I’m just a lover and a fighter
who lost something he didn’t even think he had the option of losing.
I think about you when I hug
anyone.
because you never know.
and hugs are not ever worth half-assing.
ever.
So maybe I lied.
and maybe I actually think about you multiple times a day every day of my life.
not consciously i guess.
but I can tell you for certain
that your absence is felt
in one way or another
every
day
of my life.
I wish I could have learned these lessons without losing you.
but you went all the same
and here we all are.
anyways happy birthday.
Miss you.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Happy birthday,
by the way.
I just thought I’d write to you,
since I never really did
It’s been two years now
two complete rotations around the sun
since you died.
I probably think about you every week-
believe it or not,
you changed my whole outlook on life
But I’m sorry to say it didn’t happen until you left.
I think about you every time I leave the house in the morning
I think about how sudden it was
and how that happens every day to all kinds of people
even you.
I think about you every time I say goodbye to anyone
especially if the person I’m saluting is getting into a car
and when I say goodbye
I say it as heartfully as I can
and I hope that maybe they’ll realize that I’m saying
“I love you”
and “please, for the love of god, drive safely.
please.”
all in one word.
Because if I said it openly like that they’d all think I was totally mental.
I’m not mental.
I’m just a lover and a fighter
who lost something he didn’t even think he had the option of losing.
I think about you when I hug
anyone.
because you never know.
and hugs are not ever worth half-assing.
ever.
So maybe I lied.
and maybe I actually think about you multiple times a day every day of my life.
not consciously i guess.
but I can tell you for certain
that your absence is felt
in one way or another
every
day
of my life.
I wish I could have learned these lessons without losing you.
but you went all the same
and here we all are.
anyways happy birthday.
Miss you.
