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I saw you, briefly the next morning as you rushed out the door. You were going somewhere, and I was getting ready to drive home. We didn’t speak, only waved. You rushed out to get where you needed to be. I remember thinking that you were growing to be a fine young man.That was the last time I saw you. That was 799 days ago this morning.

I had just gotten home from work when the phone rang. The details were sketchy, all I knew was something was wrong. We sat for hours and hours waiting for someone to tell us something. I felt helpless, but unable to weep. I wanted to, but I thought you needed me to be strong for them. I didn’t then, and still haven’t. I don’t know why.

When the call finally came I had just gotten out of the shower. It took a few minutes to wade through their tears and sobs. When they could speak, the only part I remember hearing is “he’s gone”. Everything else went silent, and those words just kept ringing in my ears. “He’s gone.” That was 650 days ago, this morning.
I’ve still not visited you. I want to remember you like the last time I saw you. Surprisingly I still haven’t wept. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m still trying to be strong for everyone.

One of the biggest problems (curses) of being Irish is the prayers. See the Irish pray simply because they’re Irish. There’s really no church affiliation required. When you’re young you study the Irish prayers, because they are drastically different from others. They’re more jovial, and sometimes there’s even a bit of humor in them. I never was one for prayer, but when I got the call that you were gone I recited the only one I can recite from memory. It isn’t a prayer for the dead, but I always liked the last few lines in it. I said it that day, and on the couple days a year we celebrate your life.

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

I’ve waited almost two years to tell you these things. Also, I’ve been wanting to tell you that you asked me for 1 beer, and you took 3. That means you’re buying the first two rounds next time I see you.

Happy Birthday, Cody.

I miss you.