I have nothing prepared to write, but I woke up thinking of you. Today is your birthday, and Linz went down south to be with Dare and Cin. And you. To be with you. I have been thinking about you a lot, and I am sorry to say that my thoughts often turn to the unfairness of this year, the illness, the suddenness. I will work harder to drop the anger.
Today is nice because when I picture you I do not see the tubes or the lines, but rather the smile and the laugh. I can hear you talking about your babies, and our babies, and I can see Olive tackling your face with hers and you laughing instead of getting mad. It makes me happy (even though I am crying) to have these memories.
The sun is shining and I look forward to seeing you throughout the day.