i’ve never really been as great with words as the others, and i don’t know how to express myself when i feel this overwhelmed. i usually just resort to caretaker role and make sure everyone else is okay, and this year is no different, it’s the way i cope. i hope that makes you smile jimmy, because we miss you so much that it’s crippling, but we have each other and that’s what i know would matter to you. and we’re celebrating you, we’re getting new tattoos that i know you’d fucking cackle at, so much so that i can hear it in my head. and some things are changing... i hope that makes you happy, also, because i’d be lying if i said that i wasn’t worried about what you’d think. i’m going to keep this short because i can’t sort through my thoughts very well, but also because i think that by now you’d have hugged me and called me a softie and that interrupting thought makes me really happy.
i miss you, i love you and i can’t wait to see you again. thanks for watching over us 💜 happy 40th birthday, jimbo