Tomorrow Jason would have turned 40.
I miss him so much. I don't know what to do... how do you celebrate a life cut too short? How do you give the day meaning when that person is no longer there?
He never liked fuss. Never wanted a big to-do, though I always ignored him and did it anyway. Secretly, he liked it. He was just like that, stoic.
So I will cry again. I will lament & wail & weep and hope that in the years to come celebration may outweigh despair, even just a little.