Today would have been your 60th birthday. I can’t comprehend 60. I can see you though, with your white-red hair, big beard and fantastic laugh playing Santa every Christmas.
I am sad for all the things you’ve missed, and all the things I haven’t been able to share with you.
I am sad that so many of the good things that have happened have happened because of the catalyst that was your death.
We would have had an epic 60th for you.
We would have loved on you so hard.
We still do. Every day.
You are missed.
Happy Birthday my love… I can’t believe it’s been 11 years since I’ve been able to tell you that and kiss your face.
Walking the Widow's Path 