My dear Mick

My Dearest Mick,

Today, the twenty-seventh day of June, two-thousand and eight is the day you were born, fifty-one years ago.

How I wish we were celebrating together. I'm so craving your wicked wit and wisdom. You know how I loved your capacity for immense knowledge of current events and history as well as mundane trivia. Our friends are still looking after me as always. You'd be very proud. They're all thinking about you - especially today.

I often wonder what our lives would be like if you were here with me. It's been four years now since you left this realm. I know you're somewhere reading, learning and questioning what's going on.

Your extended U.S. family and friends love and miss you and hope you're watching us fumble through this life and getting some good hearty laughs until it's time for us to join you.

I still love you this much...