Now, I’m not writing for sympathy or because I have a desire for others to drown in my sorrow with me. I just needed another way to get it all out. I needed something more than an hour’s worth of music to help me get through the evening.
It’s been ten years, two months and six days since I last saw him; ten years, two months and five days since I last heard his voice over the phone. It’s hard to believe that much time has actually passed and yet I remember the day he died just like it was yesterday. The memory of it continues to stop me in my tracks as I remember the details of it all. I miss him. I will always miss him. But there are days that I miss him more than others. I suppose today is just one of those days. I suppose that all of us, every now and again, just need a good cry.
Makuakane, aloha au ia 'oe...