Freshie Birthday
This story always plays in my head. I would always call Frehie on Nov 5th to say happy birthday. Freshie would always tell me "Iscia, it's Nov 3rd not the 5th".
It was a running joke with us, because every year I would call him on the 5th of November.
Sadly, after he passed away, I remembered his birthday on Nov 3rd, and every year after that.
It still a sweet memory, because now on Nov 5th, I'm always thinking "Man, I can't remember who's birthday it is today" ...and then it brings a smile to my face, because I remember Freshie..and think "Oh ya...it's Freshie's second Birthday Date". Boy, I miss him so much. So many stories to tell him, so many things I wish I could tell him. Two years later, I still can't erase his number of my phone.
At least I have the peace that I always told him 'love you' when I would get off the phone, and I know he knew I loved him like my own son.
R.I.P Freshie.....Always loved...Forever missed....