Happy birthday, Grace. Thanks for smiling down on me and setting my life straight for the past year. I know you said, “I can’t help everyone; I don’t have the energy,” but you do anyway. The last time I saw you alive, you stood from the hospital room chair and hugged me goodbye, and said in my ear, “You know I love you, right?” Fighting back tears, I said back, “And you know the same, right?” I should’ve said, “I love you, too.” But I know you know, and I know you knew, and forgave my stupid inability to open up. You’re in a better place than we are, my friend, and you deserve every sweetness heaven has to offer. I’ll see you again soon.