Dave would have been 62 last June 30. I sent him an email wishing him happy birthday. I still write him often. When something happens I still think "I have to tell Dave that...", then I remember I don't have that person anymore to whom I used to tell everything. At least he won't answer me anymore. I still miss him. I hope he's fine, that he doesn't have any more headaches, and that he's surrounded by people who love him. And I hope he looks down here every once in a while and thinks of me with love.
Happy birthday, honey!
I love you!
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