Happy birthday baby

You'd be 29 today. I can still remember the morning you were born, the labor pains seeming endless but finally getting a sense of control over it, a vision of you finally in my life, of finally meeting you, and somehow that turned the pain into something I could ride, like enormous waves, without drowning. And now you are gone, and the drowning is every day.

We never really said goodbye. I don't see why we should have. We weren't finished yet.