I made them cry, not him or her but them. You can tell me it wasnâ€™t my fault or that it is not my responsibility but I wonâ€™t accept it.
That is because I was the one who made the telephone calls. I was the one who called our friends and told them you were dead.
Some of them screamed and some of sniffled in silence but I heard their voices and we shared the pain of your loss.
Today is your birthday or should I say it would have been. I donâ€™t have a clue what you would have done for this one or where you would be living.
Maybe you would be married and maybe you would be a father. It is a relatively easy guess to make and probably not far off of the mark.
Instead of writing to you and wondering if somewhere you can hear, see, feel or read this I would call you and make some crack about how old you are. Youâ€™d give me some sort of sarcastic response and Iâ€™d tell you about my family.
It wouldnâ€™t be the first time. I have visited your grave and sat next to you. I have told you about your funeral and how very blue the skies were. It was hot that day and not just because we were wearing black suits.
Nor was it because we buried you.
That has always been important to me. We buried you because you were loved by your friends. We buried you because it was among the last kindness we could bestow directly upon you.
Every year I remember the moment when I saw your motherâ€™s face while I was shoveling dirt on your casket. It was horrifying then and as a father it is only made worse.
Yet there is a piece of me that smiles because I know you would have done the same for me and because I know your parents appreciated it. I know that in this moment of utter horror they knew that people who cared about you were doing our best to help.
We would have done more. We wanted to. Had we known earlier we could have helped carry the load. You knew more than us. You knew this was coming sooner but didnâ€™t say.
Perhaps it was your choice, but we would have listened. We would have shared more with you during a time when we could both communicate.
Life is pretty good now. It has its challenges but that is to be expected. I keep tabs with your siblings and your parents. They are good too.
I donâ€™t regret having had to make those calls or having been a part of the merry men of grave digging. Shit happens and we deal with it.
You are gone but not forgotten. You helped change more lives than you know and that is a legacy to be proud of.
Happy Birthday old friend, Iâ€™ll see you again.
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