The 25th November,  the day you escaped your mother womb, the day two special people, who will forever my best friends, were born.

The 25th was once a blast, too much alcohol and worn out feet, now it only holds silent tears.

So you would have been the big 42 today and I would have so taken the piss  out of you, you old fart. 

Not a day goes by that we don’t all miss you and remember the wonderful friendship we all had. We talk about you often and you will never be forgotten. 

If only we could see you panic about the grey hair you would be growing and the crows feet I’m sure you would be showing. That midlife drift, beer belly would sure as hell be hanging and yeap we know you would be freaking out. 

We miss you desperately and long to see your smile but we know you had to join the bestest of angels so your pain could fade. 

Watch over us and laugh as we all become that little bit older and we to will grow grey and age, while you will stay young and as many say perfect. 

Sleep well my friend and Happy Birthday. X