Dear P. A. L.
August 18th, just another reminder of how time doesn’t stop for anybody–another year without your smile, without your laughter. I’m certain your family misses you dearly. On this day there are a lot of forged smiles and untruthful words. I don’t believe a person is ever truly the same after the loss of a loved one. No matter how sane or well they appear, that hole in their heart will never be filled with your presence again. And that my friend is incurable. We are left with bittersweet memories and unspoken words. We’re left with a trillion questions and no answers. Hoping for that chance to see you, feel you, and have just a tiny piece of you in our grasps again. I haven’t seen your daughter, its been several months now. And at times several years go by before I get the chance to be around her. And I have no one to blame for that but myself. But she's heaven sent & has an angel to guide her and protect her - no other could do the job like you P. Like the previous years, I will try to be there for your annual church ceremony that your family arranges. A few years ago, I finally sat in a bench with more than two people. I usually sit way in the back of the church and I leave before any of your family realizes I’m there. Maybe this year I’ll work up the courage to say hello to your mother and sisters. It's a stab in the heart seeing them and not being able to tell them about that night. But sometimes silence is the best medicine to mend a broken heart. I miss you and I love you Pedro. I’ll be seeing you again old friend.
Sincerely & with lots of love,