Today would have been Kyle's 21st birthday. He would still be in Iraq unfortunatly but celebrating none the less. It's been 3 months and 8 days since he was killed and the pain has not subsided in the least bit. Sometimes it seems it hurts more now, realizing he wont be coming home, then it did in the days after his death. I lost my best friend, the one who was always there to catch me when I fell, my something stable in an unstable world; I lost my rock. But today is not a day to mourn his death but rather a day to celebrate his life. We will gather at the cemetary and drink Bud Light, green jello shots and crown royal and coke in his memory, and then stumble home through the woods like we used to do so many years ago.
I love you and miss you my friend. Happy Birthday Kyle.
