So the day ended better than it started. I left the office early, having been rendered useless by eyes swollen half-shut. I'm actually not kidding. I literally took a picture because I knew even I wouldn't believe me.
I went to a soccer game for Reboyfriend's 9 year old niece. She wears his football number. We went to Cafe Rio, one of his favorites, with Jordan's wife, their three kids, Reboyfriend's sister and her family. We all wrote notes to him, tied them to balloons, and released them to heaven. We sang him happy birthday and downed homemade chocolate cake with mint ice cream.
He would have enjoyed it.
I went to a soccer game for Reboyfriend's 9 year old niece. She wears his football number. We went to Cafe Rio, one of his favorites, with Jordan's wife, their three kids, Reboyfriend's sister and her family. We all wrote notes to him, tied them to balloons, and released them to heaven. We sang him happy birthday and downed homemade chocolate cake with mint ice cream.
He would have enjoyed it.
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