On Feb 18th last year I found out that an old dear friend committed suicide. I get confused about the exact date because he died in the US and when I got the email I stopped caring about dates. So I'm just going to say he died a year ago today and say to Hell with the International Dateline.
Time does march on and so does life. I don't cry nearly as often as I did. I go about my day whining about my kids and dealing with the woes of cricket, piano and kids who tell lies and of course, that damn Star Wars movie I had to see in 3 damn D.
But I haven't forgotten. I honestly wish I could. I'm still furious with you Rob. I can't believe you left such a mess for your sister to clean up. I still call you a stupid bastard. My new favorite team is whomever is beating Portugal. I know much it pissed you off when Portugal lost so I figure their loss means you're as angry as I am.
However I can talk about some good moments. I remember seeing, "Dances With Wolves" in the theater with you and you commented that my Indian name would be, "She Who Talks a lot During Movies" and I remember all of us going to that bar in New Brunswick for late night beers and I remember you laughing with that insanely huge smile.
I've seen pictures of your daughter Rob. She's beautiful. I wish you knew that.
I wish I had known you feel that she and the rest of your family would have been better off dead than without you. They aren't you know. None of us are.
Be at peace Rob. We all still love you. You stupid bastard.
An American family living in Australia. While we all speak English here, I wouldn't say we all speak the same language.
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