Happy birthday to the world’s least intimidating Viking. You were my first and best friend, my genuine brother, and eventually you would have been my best man. The past 6 1/2 months haven’t been easy without you. I can’t go a single night without getting nostalgic about the memories we shared (a fact that I know must give you an obscene amount of pleasure: “some god” feeling sad about me?!). I miss our two-hour long phone calls that made our parents question our sexuality together. I miss how an entire day of hanging out with you could be centered around a walk through the powerlines to get to 711 for you to eat snacks. I don’t even regret how we traded our first 16 years worth of social skills for playing online computer games together every night.
I just miss ya, bud. I’d ask you to be my guardian angel but you’d probably just drip ham and cheese on my shoulder. Happy birthday big man, we love ya.