Yesterday was Guy's birthday, he would have been 32. I went to the cemetery. I had to be with him at least for a little while on his birthday.
I would give anything within my power, including my own life just to see him coming up the driveway, to hear his voice and that crazy laugh of his.
How many times can one heart break? My heart breaks every time I go to the cemetery, it breaks when something comes hurtling out of the blue unexpectedly and reminds me of Guy, it breaks when I look at this pictures, when I see some thing of his and on and on. My tears will never stop.
I love you, son.