I dreamt of you last night, and you wanted to talk. About books, poetry, and music. I hadn’t dreamt of you since you passed away. And I woke up today, to Facebook reminding me that it is your birthday. I can’t bring myself to remove you off of my Facebook, even though you left the world. I miss you, and I hope you have the best birthday cake where you are.
Losing you to death taught me to say I love you when the person is still alive, breathing the same air I am. People still think this is cliché, until death sweeps in. So happy birthday to you, the person who I admired and learned from. The world wasn’t good enough for you, love is where you are now, and I know the angels are taking good care of you.