Brown Girl in London

Today is Joe’s birthday. He would’ve been 30 years old today. If he was still here we’d probably go out for dinner to his favourite restaurant – Lucy’s Seafood Kitchen – where he’d get the Mediterranean salad with extra seafood. As he’d eat it he’d pick up the pieces of calamari that looked liked tiny squid and wave it around in my face because he knew it totally grossed me out. Then we might get a movie and watch it at my house, or go for tea at Starbucks, or to Chapters to walk and browse. It would’ve been a nice day. I don’t know what I would’ve given him, he was always hard to buy for because he never wanted anything, but probably another pair of Converse. Instead, today I’ll call his mom and say hi to see how she’s doing. Joe really was a great guy, he was taken from us much too soon and I miss him all the time. HD and I will do something this evening – maybe a toast with Guinness, his favourite. If I was home, it’d be a trip to Churchville Park, a beautiful little park in Brampton where we used to go walking. Happy Birthday Joe.

posted by RC @ 4:09 AM