A person very near and dear to me past away today.
While we were at lunch on Father's day, I told him that I didn't want to be corny but, I loved and appreciated him for being there for my mother and I (my whole family, actually) over the past 5 years since my dad has been gone.
That was the last time I talked to him.
I will miss him so much.
But I know how he felt about it and he wanted the people he left behind to celebrate his life, instead of cry over losing him (which, by no means, has made me stop crying).
Just yesterday I saw some photos on my laptop of our trip to Pensacola before the summer semester started and I thought, "Damn, I need to send those to him."
I can't help but smile when I think about the times we all spent together and the inside jokes we shared. I will never be able to hear the Guns'N'Rose's song "Sweet Child of Mine" without remembering it being sung by a blonde lesbian rock band at 1am in a skanky beach bar while he danced under the blacklight with members of a wedding party half his age.
Or him taking mom and I to Harrah's in New Orleans the week after my 21st birthday and then buying us shots at Mango Mango (the evidences of which is still on his Myspace page).
Thank you for always being there just at the right moment. For the late night Chinese food and the movies. For not judging me when I laughed so hard, I cried at Tropic Thunder. For answering your phone anytime day or night, and showing up even when you felt like absolute hell.
For being a muched needed distraction. And a designated driver.
Thank you for inspiring me to be a kinder, more forgiving person.
I wish I could have been there with you in your final moments to say goodbye. But I think in my own way, I already did.
My only regret is that you won't be there to see mom and I graduate from nursing school. But we will carry you in our hearts, no matter where the road takes us.