Fourteen years ago, and it's Valentines day again, your birthday. I was driving to Home Depot this past Saturday to get some ear muffs for your Mom for a Monster Truck show that night with the kids. I also had to grab some items for your brother's Pinewood Derby, his last in Cub Scouts. On the way to the store, the Pearl Jam song Just Breathe came on, a live version. I have a strong emotional connection to you through this song, but I can listen to it nowadays without as strong a reaction as in the past. Well, that was not the case this day. I don't know if it was the live version, or that we were just a couple days from your birthday, but I was overwhelmed by the song. As I cried during the song, I had to sit and listen to you for a few minutes before I could walk in the store. I am sure the contractor that pulled in next to me wondered what was going on, probably not, but it was awkward. Thanks for saying hi, as I feel this was a little remnant of you reaching out the week of your birthday. Love and miss you JDM, wish we could have gotten to know each other better. Keep on looking out for us.
