It’s your birthday, baby brother. You’d be 38 today. It’s been 6 months since you made the choice to leave this place. I don’t blame you, I’m not angry, I’m just so unbearably sad. There are more days of happiness now and I know that’d be a relief for you. But still so many days of sadness. It’s hard because my son is a spitting image of you and it always catches me when I least expect it. I love him but sometimes it hurts too much to see him. I will miss you forever. I will love you forever. I know there’s nothing beyond here but I will carry you with me until my end. And while your choice has irreparably destroyed something inside of me… I’m am so glad you were a part of my life. I love you. I love you. I love you.