October 12
I know I keep forgetting your birthday when you were alive.
But you'd forgive me right.
I still remember and think of you.
I can still see your face. I haven't forgotten.
You'd be a little bit older now.
You'd be in heaven now, celebrating your birthday with Gramp's and you'll play flying planes together. You always say how Gramp's want you to be a pilot like him.
Hey, is Gramp's good-looking as you?
Have fun Papa!
I love you!
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