I always wonder what it would be like if you were still here. Especially one a day like this. I would take you out for breakfast to your favorite place. You would get an omelette and a cup of coffee. I would ask you how you feel. And you’d respond like always with an “oh I feel the same. But imagine the sex now that I’m old” Then we would take walk and maybe place a cane if chess and just talk. I’d then make you lunch and we’d just sit there and eat. Then as the day comes to an end we’d go to your sons house and celebrate. You know everyday gets harder with out you. I miss you pickle. I love you. Happy birthday