And, I'm not going to celebrate my birthday anymore as an adult.
I spend my birthdays wishing for things that cannot be.
They are days of profound regret and longing.
I think about you every day.
I miss you every day.
I cry for you every day.
I love you every day.
But, especially on my birthday.
I will always love you, Jacob.
Jacob Michael Braasch (01/28/86 - 02/02/10)
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