Today is your birthday.
The first one since you left.

Today there will not be a message.
We won’t be catching up.
Today there will not be a phone call.
I will not sing for you.
Today there will not be a party.
No one will bring you ice cream with a sparkler.

But I will not forget you.

And this weekend we remembered you, and honoured you in small ways.
Crystals in our pockets.
Cheese sauce in our food.
Wonder in our souls.
We ate.
We drank.
We laughed.
And you were with us.

Forever.
Always.
In our hearts.