I just heard. Read, actually.
The weather here has been hot, sunny, no clouds at all, and this morning was no different. When I was reading the updates and the e-mails from our friends about what had happened, the grief took me so much by surprise that I looked up. I guess when your world is turned upside down there isn't much else you can do, and as I did, I saw a little wisp of a cloud, floating, almost hiding in the sky. Just so you know (and you probably do), it was the only cloud I can remember seeing the whole day.
Unsure about it all, I reflected and started drawing. There was a church (San Francesco) I had passed by during the first few days here. For some reason, I was called to it. So I drew.
It probably won't really hit me until I get back to the States or talk to someone about you face to face, but that doesn't change how much I miss you.
I would just like to say thanks.
Thanks for your hugs, positive attitude, and laughter.
Thanks for my impromptu birthday party.
Thanks for sleepovers, snack-duty, and making me the DBD of The Fam.
Thanks for the deep talks and endless support.
Thanks for putting up with my bad jokes and toilet humor.
Thanks for making me feel humbled, supremely important, and everything in-between all at the same time.
Thanks for your friendship.
Thanks for you.
I'll miss you.
Love,
Michael
Michael
