I’ve tried not to write about this, this year. Hoping that if I held out and got through this week, I would be ok. I’ve tried telling myself over and over that the idea of missing a non-human being this much is beyond insane, but that doesn’t slow my feelings of defeat down. It doesn’t make life easier living without the gifts I cherished most. Another birthday coming that I can only share in spirit. For the love and care that I have for them, I will accept being crazy.