And somehow, after that, it just became this…thing. Year after year on his and Izzy’s birthday—on mine—on Waylon’s… We play this song, and we dance and we sing it as loud as we can. Infusing as much good and happy as we can, so as to never be hurt by this song again. They did that for me. Just like they’ve been holding me up all these years, even before we lost Izzy. Taking me in like I was a part of them from the start. It’s been so long since we last did this. Not since we were seventeen.
