It has been six years, yet I still half expect a call or text about some completely random thing. You could always surprise me that way.
2190 days ago I received the news that you were gone. It took a few seconds for me to process that. I spent the next two days in a bottle denying it had happened. Not many people know that, but now it's out here for anyone who stops by to read it.
I had plans for us and was waiting until the day after Halloween to pitch them to you. I don't know how it would have turned out. Most likely a feast or famine. We would have gotten along swimmingly or you might have pitched me out on the street. But I was ready and willing to take that chance.
Alas, I never got the chance to do that. I am pretty sure you chose the day you did because it is Dia de los muertes. That one day a year when the barrier between the world of the living and that of the deceased is at its thinnest.
In the ensuing years I have adjusted to a world without you, but not completely. I don't know if that will ever come to pass.
Like I said on that fateful day six years ago . . . you took a piece of me with you when you left this world, S.E.G.
Siochán leat XO