24

This is invariably the hardest day of the year for me.  Your birthday.  More than Christmas, more than the anniversary of losing you, the day you should be celebrating your birthday is the hardest day of my year.

You would be twenty four.

Today I can't find smiles at memories, but instead feel lost in all of the empty pages of your unfinished story.  There's a bleak fog out my window and I can't find the inspiration to scribe a positive message.  Today, I allow myself simple grief.  I miss you Jaycena.  Love you you today, forever, and always.