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.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
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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.
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.
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My nose is sore after reading this. :)
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