Sunday, March 01, 2009


Friday was P's thirty-ninth birthday. I can't upload my own photos right now, so I'll have to mark the occasion with an image of some blue hydrangeas like the ones I took to the cemetery for him.

Happy birthday, P. If you were here, I know you'd be telling everyone you were still twenty-five, the way you always did. And if I could have you back, just for one day, I'd let you get away with it.

1 comment:

foxychao said...

My nose is sore after reading this. :)