A year ago we drank margaritas and bull shitted with a buddy ….
It all feels very weird this year. No cake is been ordered, no presents have been bought. For the first time in 20 years, we’re not celebrating your birthday together.
I miss you! I miss you every day, but today is extra hard. We should be making fun of your old man status, but instead you’re forever 63.
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