Happy Birthday. I'm constantly thinking about where I'm at right now, where you would be, how we could be helping each other, how our creativity could help others, how the familiarity of each other's minds would have grown, etc... I hate that you're gone, but I'm working on something that your voice will be heard in, and your name repeated within the world as if you were still here. You're apart of everything that I have to offer to the world and it will be known. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I love and miss you.