Ugh today is my big brother’s birthday and normally I want to write something deep and meaningful and “I know you’re watching from above” and stuff but for the first time in years I’m not feelin’ it at all.  I’m really in this “it’s not fair that this happened” mood and it’s really strange because I haven’t felt like that in a long time.

I will say Happy Birthday, at least.  You would’ve been 43 this year.  You would’ve seen me turn 30 and been here to see my first of many books. You probably know all of these things happened, somehow, and I’d go into more details about how lovely that is but, honestly, I’m hate that you’re not here right now.  But, wherever you are, happy birthday.  I love you.