Today would have been Bill’s 36th birthday. We probably wouldn’t have had a chance to get together for it seeing as today is also Father’s day, but we would’ve made time either the day before or sometime this week to get together and hang out so I could hand him a small birthday present and a card.
Perhaps we would have gone to see The Italian Job if he hadn’t already seen it.
Maybe we’d just rent something from Blockbuster.
Maybe go out for dinner.
Maybe we’d just sit around and bitch about getting older.
We were never good at planning these things out and I was the one out of the two of us who was more likely to throw an actual party for his birthday. There were many years that I managed to forget that it was Bill’s birthday because he so seldom made much of a deal out of it. He’s been in my thoughts all day today. His birthday has taken on new meaning for me.
I miss him.