You’d be 38 today.
If you were still here, I’d probably call and poke fun at how old you were getting. Make plans to have you come over to have dinner with me, Nick, and the kids. I’m positive my mom would come, too.
…maybe you’d bring your wife and kids too. I’m sure my daughter would be excited to see you. After dinner, you and my husband would most likely argue about New York Hip Hop being better than Southern Rap. I’d smile at how you’re just as overprotective of me like when we were kids.
We’d retell the same jokes. Laugh about the same stories. I can actually hear your laugh in my mind. It never changed.
These images have made me sad before. But not today.
Because today is your birthday. Today is, and will always be, special.
I miss you, Mike. Happy Birthday.
Love, Your Little Sister