Another year, another birthday... In all you've been absent from 8 birthdays since the day you were taken. 8 cakes cut alone, 8 days of sadness, and years of wondering about the man you would have turned into. Only last night I was wondering what it would have been like to get drunk with you... I often imagine how we would howl with laughter, or perhaps end up fighting like cat and dog, but, that's twins for you, we knew the score, and hopefully still do. Think of me today Martin, just as I do you. What I wouldn't give to just see you again, to just say goodbye and get some things off my chest. I can't describe how much I loved you, how I feel now, I know I never needed to when you were alive, you just knew... maybe it's different when you're dead? Whatever you're doing, have a good one, will be with you when I am able x Mike x your twin for all eternity x