🌹❤️🌹 There’s a lot I have said and shared here about Jaan, our friendship and his illness, and I will never run out of things to say. It’s his birthday today, he is 38 👏👏 and I’m not sure if I can express how massive this is 👊. How could I know what my life would’ve looked like without him in it when we met at 16? I am constantly floored by him. Jaany boy, who has not only survived, but really LIVED, a grand total of 24 years longer than what was predicted for him at birth. Who makes people feel safe, seen, appreciated and heard when they spend time with him. Who laughs easily and often, and rolls his eyes even more easily and often. Who takes his snake Ruby 🐍❤️ for walks (walks?) in the park. Who has obsessive snack habits that go in phases of intensity (how long did making a cheese sandwich out of two slices of cheese with grated cheese in the middle last again..?? 😂😂). Who gives the best and most comforting, yet energising, hugs (and that’s saying a lot - I know a lot of good huggers). Who will sit close by quietly and gently if you’ve had a shit day for as long as might be needed until you’re ready to talk, and even if you’re not ready to talk. Who will always find some piece of common ground with literally everyone he meets, and if there’s any inkling of maybe not getting along with someone (extremely rare), it’s always wrapped in humour and acceptance, never contempt or resentment. A ✨golden person✨ dealt a pretty damn cruel life card, who has evolved into our spectacularly resilient, courageous, hilarious and compassionate literal miracle human. I love you and your dumb face, Jaanus. You inspire me every day. 🌹❤️🌹 #cysticfibrosis
