It would be James’ 22nd Birthday today. It’s a weird thing, to be thinking about what someone would be like, or what they would be doing if they were still here. Would we still be friends? Would our lives still cross paths? It’s been just over two and a half years since he died and there’s not a day I don’t think about him. Every day it gets a little bit easier, and every day it gets a little bit harder. To think that I have not known him for almost half as long as I knew him is a strange feeling. He was a massive part of my life, and I’m sure if I had never met him I wouldn’t be the same person I am today. He has inspired me to enjoy each day, to really live. To do the things that scare me. To embrace my life and the lives of those around me. To not sweat over the little things. To really embrace for the big things. He has taught me the importance of friendship, and laughter, and love. But most of all he has helped me to just be me, because there really isn’t any point in pretending to be anyone else.
And for that I am truly grateful.
So I say this…Happy Birthday James. Thank you for being in my life. You are always missed. And never forgotten. xxx