I'm 67 years old today. The same age that John was when he passed. Somehow that feels strange, something that should not have happened.
And I miss John today. I miss him every day but he always made my birthdays special.
We would be planning on going out to dinner tonight. And there would be cards and presents. And love.
So much love.
I know he is still loving me.
And I know he is with me.
The selfish part of me wishes he were still here.
And so I wait for that day - that glorious day - when we are together again.
I love you, John. Thank you for the birthday wishes.