Happy birthday to you... I've done okay this year... I haven't really cried much until today. Every year on your birthday I tell mom "Happy Giving-Birth Day" and I felt bad today when it made her cry... It may sound silly that I say this to her, seeing as how it is your birthday, but... people sometimes forget that today is also the very first day our mom became a mother...You may not be here to celebrate your 32nd birthday, but that doesn't change the fact that mom has been a mother for 32 years. Today is a milestone for her too. Sometimes I think that you were given to mom to whip her into shape and prepare her for Megan and I. Well, I have to say, you did a damn good job. Our mother is amazing. I only hope that I can be a fraction as good of a mother as she is.
I really miss you a lot, Deryk. Sometimes I think I see you in the faces of strangers, sometime I think I hear your laugh in a crowded room... And who knows, maybe it is you... sneaking a peek at the world you left behind through the eyes of random people... Sometimes I have dreams. I dream that you come back for a day, we all know that you're only here for a little while, so we all get together for a family party... all the good stuff is there, Aunt Shiela's taco dip, Auntie Moe's strawberry mold... and we all just hang out. We don't cry, we're just happy to see you, if only for a little while... I've had that dream twice so far... Tell me, Deryk... is it you?