My birthday

So for the 1st time in 22 years, I will not have you  wish me a happy birthday: (  I will not wake up to a scrumptious breakfast. Being split rotten.

I am so lonely and so devastated by your death. I don't know what I'm gonna do on Friday. I wish it were Saturday or Sunday then I can lock myself indoors and hide from the world. No more flowers delivered at the office, no more looking forward to the day as I anticipated what you had planned for me. Death is cruel indeed. Have robbed me of the love of my life.

Miss you my love. Miss your craziness. Miss your goofing around. I love you always. Oh how I wish you were still hear with me.