Today, you died. It was on Tuesday, but today is when I heard you were gone. Tuesday, Tuesday, why did you choose such a mediocre day to slip away? No one lives forever, yet the shock remains that you’re no longer here. There is no solace in the truth that we said all we had to say.
All the memories from the reels of my life have you alive. When I think about the soundtrack of my childhood, your voice is a haunting melody, a part of the harmony that shaped my existence. Your laughter, your wisdom, your quiet moments—they echo through the corridors of my mind.
Thinking about some of the kindest words spoken when my heart was broken brings yours to mind. You were there when my heart was whole, and you were there again when it shattered into a thousand pieces. My friend, you held the fragments together with your gentle presence.
There is a hole in the world—not the whole world, but the one where you would speak softly and with care. You’ve always been there, a steady anchor in the tempest of life. And now that chapter is done. My heart hurts, and I know I am not the only one mourning your absence.
You’ve made a difference in this fucked-up world, and you never believed it. Your kindness, your resilience, your unwavering belief in the goodness of humanity—it touched lives, mine included. I’m just so blessed that you were there for me, a beacon of light in the darkness.
Now you’re gone. My world has lost another one. Son of a gun, you left behind a legacy of love and compassion. And though the ache persists, I carry your memory like a fragile treasure, knowing that you’ll forever be a part of my story.
Rest in peace, my dear amigo. Until we meet again, somewhere on a porch step beyond the stars.