Am I ready to do this?
Every time I go back to that memory a cold chill makes its way down my spine. I know it’s not my fault but, I can’t hold back this feeling of guilt. I can’t help but imagine how it could have been if I had given you more time. Are you here or are you far away?
How are you doing? Are you in pain or in joy? Are you proud of me?
I’ve played this game called “life” to the outmost of my abilities. All the cards dealt to me have been played to my best ability yet, I don’t know how to play the one I was just dealt. No other card caused this pain within my heart and challenged the very foundation of my soul. Sometimes I wish I could have exchanged our fates. Day in and day out I’ve worked to be better, to grow and, be just like you taught me. Everyday I wonder if this is enough.
I miss those talks we used to have. Those moments I could only share with you. You taught me kindness and love. In need you taught me to share and in abundance to be humble. You, the one that couldn’t write nor read engulfed me in knowledge and wisdom I can never find in any text. The strongest man I know. Strong in every sense. The one I looked up to the most yet, now gone.
I thank you for it all. You were there in my hardest moments, in my development and every time I needed you. Thank you. I miss you…
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