Tomorrow is July 9th. I can still hear your voice in my head saying that date... I heard it all the time at the pharmacy, the doctor's appointments and hospital visits. You emphasized the "Ju" part. It will be the eighth birthday that has passed since you've been gone and the eighth birthday that I will silently celebrate, sans candles and gifts. It will mean to me more now, perhaps, than it did when you were alive.
"July the 9th", as you always said, marks the day that you were set on Earth and became my best friend. I didn't meet you until years later and I only got to spend 13 years with you total, but you have been with me for all 20 of them.
I have so many things to say to you... so many apologies, so many praises, rambles, thoughts, ideas and joyous moments... but if I write them all out now, what might I have to hold on to for tomorrow? The next day?
I will, instead, wish you a soft Happy Birthday... a soft, "I Love You" and a humble, "I miss you." Because I do love and miss you, so very, very much...
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