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Happy birthday. It would have been you 27th. Yes, I know you know that,but yet…it’s nice to remember. I wonder what you’d be doing if you were still here. Mom and I would wake you in the morning, with a cake with candles and the present for you. You woould blow the candles all sleepy but yet so happy, because you appreciated this routine, I know you did. Your eyes didn’t lie. And then you would open your present and no matter what it was, you would have been happy and gratefull. After all I always tried to choose the best present for you, since mom isn’t very good at this. And then we would have lunch and you would go out with your friends who all loved you and would spend time with you. A casual summer birthday, with the people you love. I’m sad that today I didn’t have to get up for you. I’m sad that me and mom didn’t have to tip toe to your room and wake you up. I miss the birthday hug, you know? We never hugged, but on birthdays we always hugged and I can’t tell how much I want to hug you now.

Today I’m thinking about how in your goodbye letter you said ”I could have been a better brother.” You were a great brother, you were, the only thing that wasn’t good is that you left me. I hope you know that you were a good brother and that I love you and miss you SO MUCH. I never ever missed someone as I miss you EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Happy Birthday, big brother. I’m happy you are a part of this world, I’m happy you are the stars, and the wind, and the waters and the sunlight and the birds singing and the clouds and the moon and the sky and everything. You are everything and I know you are everywhere. I love you. I love you so so much.