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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 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 will always be that I wish you were here.  You were such a pain in the ass but you made me feel so 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. 

If  I could just get that wish now.

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