Today would have been your 34th birthday. Surely, I would have buzz you and seek redress for all the past goodies (gist), one that you called “The Annually Buzz”. Obviously, this would have tinkled your hidden feminine voice that says, “Rita only calls on my birthdays”, you would whisper it through the phone reluctantly.

But today looks Lackluster, the kind that is as a result of death. Also the kind that doesn’t allow the living to commune with the dead. This pace doesn’t appear pleasant but what can we do? What can we do to restore this lost? Nothing, absolutely, nothing!

It’s still your day anyway, boss it up wherever you may be, as we keep memories in distance unseen. And as we progress in life, may we find courage to muster your demise. Happy birthday, Sid.


Rest on buddy, rest on!