I turned 43. It was the second birthday without you. It was as hard as the first. We had a party. We went dancing.
It was nice....it was really nice but it still stung. It still hurt. They played a few of your songs and I had to walk out. I didn't want to bring the crowd down. Every time for the rest of my life, when I blow out my birthday candles and make a birthday wish....it will always be that I wish you were here. You were such a pain in the ass but you made me feel so special...you made me happy. I am not sure how or what it was. Nothing is the same and everything is tinged with the pain. I know I say this over and over....because I feel it over and over. Your son looked so amazing yet he dances just like you. I miss our life...I miss our happiness.