Today is your birthday. The third since you died. But you have not aged. You will forever be 63.
We had a big snowstorm this past weekend. You and I would have had so much fun. It was the kind of snowstorm you and I dreamed about. Getting snowed in together for several days... pure bliss.
Getting snowed in alone... stinks. All I could think was how much you and I would have loved it. And how utterly empty it was alone.
I went to the cemetery today of course. Your headstone, our headstone, was completely covered with snow. Completely buried. Somehow that was profound.
I miss you so. I miss your wisdom, your guidance,, your presence. I miss us. Us was so easy, so natural, so perfect.
Birthday, my Kirkus, Birthday