Shamus, today’s your birthday.

I miss you. I love you.

It’s odd to not have you here, yet to feel like you are. I feel you. Sometimes I see you. I’m not alone. Neither are you.

We’re still having good times. And that’s alright.

Thank you for tonight. Thank you for the song. Thank you for your spirit. Hell, it’s your birthday! Where else should it be, eh?!

I miss you, sir. I think of you daily and will continuely. Thank you for you. Thank you for being apart of my life then and continuing to be a part of my life now.

I love having you here, sir. Let’s keep the party alive!

Your friend,

“Sport Coat Mike”