So tomorrow is my 25th birthday. 

I can't help but recall a conversation with Doug. We were 16 or 17 and never wanted to grow up -- we thought we would never be this old.

That we would be young and naive and free forever. That life would never move forward and that we would forever have our teenage freedom and everlasting love. 

A psychic  told my mom that Doug knew he was living life on a shortened stay. That he packed in as much as he could because his soul knew that his time was short. This conversation with him is so vivid to me today because although I knew that one day I would be here, maybe Doug did indeed know that he would not be with us. 

It didn't occur to me until just now that Doug has being trying to get my attention all week. He has been flooding his presence into my dreams and I think it's his way of saying Happy Birthday. 

So I guess all I wanted to say was thanks. 

Thank you Doug for thinking of me on my birthday!

Love you always.