Deep wells of emotions lie burrowed inside. I find a way to fight it back most of the time, but sometimes I can’t keep up the fight. Holidays and birthdays are forever linked to our memories of past experiences and there’s no way to avoid it on these days. I give in, I cave, I wail a torrential storm of pain and loss. I honor the memory and keep you alive. Regardless of where you are, you are always with me. If not but for any other time, than when I sleep. Then, in my dreams, I have you there with me. We will always visit in the land of imaginary and that must be comforting enough. There is no other way.
Happy Bday Brother, if you’re still out there…
Inside an Irish Mind 