Mick

"Five billion years ago the stuff that made up the sperm and egg, which made up your zygote, was floating through space millions of miles from here, and five years before you were born it was scattered about the earth in various plants, soil, and other substances... and five years after your death the stuff that made up your body that sat on my chair with me will be scattered about the earth, and five billion years from now it will be floating through spaces millions of miles from here. I hope that when we're floating through space a light year away, a part of what once was me will connect with a part of what once was you... wouldn't that be miraculous?" I miss you so much. Today would have been your fourth birthday. You were my best friend (you still are). My heart still hurts from the overwhelming emotions I feel whenever I think about you. You were wise beyond your years. I love you so much. I'm okay with dying as long as it means I get to go where ever you are.