How much I want that red vintage shirt of yours is nothing compared to how much I want to speak to you right now. ⚡️
To hear your calm voice and your sincere laughter. I would have called you Early In the Morning. Or late in the evening. You would listen to my tears. You would give me courage to withstand my deepest fears.
Five years ago, on what became your last birthday, you called me. You wanted to ask how I was doing because you were concerned. I was sick and I still am. But I’m still here, and you are not.
Last summer I found this picture of you and Jonny the overgrown poodle. 🐩 You were probably 13 and I wasn’t even born yet.
Happy birthday brother. I miss you so much. ❤️