This friend is different
No story told of me
will ever be complete without including him. Any life story without friends is
a story that has not even begun.
Then amongst
friends there is one; different, separate, unusual – holding a place that words
have yet to be found to describe, it is more than sight, more than hearing, it
is of hearts that people wonder why and can never understand.
It is not for
others to understand, but it is for us to cherish and for me to celebrate,
honour and declare – my secrets; he knows, my fears; he shares, he stands tall
amongst all men and with him we know we have each other’s ears and minds.
Nature would not
have allowed him to be my big-brother, by happenstance he could have been my
half-brother, by the wonders of science today, maybe even my twin-brother but
any which way he sticks closer than a brother in a covenant of a life of shared
and varied experiences.
Adventurous at
heart, daring at times that I am just blown away, caring that even with the
distance his voice is like a hug in times when one is needed – and those times
have been many over a period of almost 28 years.
Today marks another
milestone, another one of my birthday card blogs to those who matter too much
to me to ever be silent about it.
Once again – Happy Birthday,
my dearest friend – may wonderful amazing things fill your days with beauty
that makes you gasp, freshness that makes you smile and a naughty tickling that
makes you laugh that your ribs almost ache. You are loved beyond what I can
dare to express.
Happy Birthday and
many happy returns.
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