Today, you would have turned 39.
Last year, on this day, I stood at the edge of a mountain lake, tears streaming down my face
While your ashes trickled through my fingers and you settled in your final resting place.
In the two birthdays you have missed, and as I picture you getting older -
All I can remember is you telling me with all sincerity that you would not make it to 40.
It just won’t leave my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about how you made sure that came true.
I’m struggling today baby. I miss you. Happy Birthday.