Today should have been an old friend's birthday. 

Should have been. 

That he isn't here anymore doesn't mean that I do not celebrate the fact that he lived and that I was fortunate enough to have met him, to have known him. He touched my life - no matter how briefly. The first time we met I'd been sitting in a tree (this was back in my rebellious teenage years). It is a meeting I won't soon be forgetting. 

I miss you. And I regret that in last few months of your life, we hadn't been in contact more. But hey, we'll always have The Porter's Wheel and so much more. :)

Continued peace my dear, dear friend. And happy birthday. 

- J.