Hello Chris,
Happy 30th! It always amazes me how we think we have soooo much time to see people and be with them, and then in an instance, the option is no longer there. Every now and then, you make your presence known (the aroma of your cologne still lingers in the PT Cruiser...) and although I still miss you like crazy, I take comfort in the fact that you're in a better place, and your memory is still alive in the hearts of those who love you. And there are a LOT of us. We had a birthday brunch for you yesterday with your Mom and Bob, the Queen Mum, and Jim and I. We laughingly remembered the ride your Mom and I took with you in the PT Cruiser and we played the opera song set to techno music, and you and I were grooving to it, and she was trying so hard to get into it, but couldn't. I guess its the little things that are icing on the cake - and the butter-cream frosting on your birthday cake was delicious! Sure wish you were here to enjoy it with us. We planted a purple star flower plant in our front garden in your memory. Hopefully I'm a better gardener than I was an aunt. Somehow, I can still hear you saying, "it's ok Auntie Becca, I understand." Sending you a big, big hug, and lots and lots of love. Sing with the angels, you wonderful man.