It’s been five long years that you had left us. I miss you still.
Another birthday passed. Another telenovela we fifn’t get hooked on. Another year without you.
It is hard to deal with why I am still here and you moved on to Heaven, smiling down on those who left behind.
Yes it’s been five years. Five long years. I should have gotten more pictures. But “should have” doesn’t bring you back to this plane.
This week, as I was getting frustrated because the computer was giving me fits, I think I felt you looking at me laughing with that crazy laugh of yours. That calmed me down to where I could concentrate on the task at hand. And it didn’t seem so bad. In fact it got me to be creative and try to figure out some things that we said what we going to experiment with. Remember that last logo Search for Tomorrow had? You know the one where the word Search fell out of the sky? Took me a long time to figure it out that it was a double key, I’m gonna experiment with something like it later on my time off.
And some punk ass used the name Between Worlds, but the difference is ours is about going between dimensions, dealing with life albeit a twisted way, turning movies like Hard Times on its’ ear. Theirs is more like demon possession and more twisted (the main antagonist makes love with a possessed underage teen – yuk!) But like the song goes: You can’t take that away from me.
I still remember going down Market Street walking eight long blocks to that Salvadoran bakery that Lucy liked. Your first ride on the Amtrak Capitol Corridor train. When we got vouchers to go see the River Cats (they’re now aligned with the Giants, but since you’re keeping you eye on us, you probably already knew this). Tomas reminded me about the time when I came to your house and everyone was peeling chilis for the chili rellenos for Mama Herrera. You were serve you “special” coffee.
Many times, I wished you were here, but this time, I glad you’re not. The whole world got hit with Covid-19. And while many nations had started taking action to help stem the spread, this country took none. So now, Americans are now banned in a lot of countries. You’re in a better place and it’s not here.
I never forget our annual “booze exchange” – You get me Kahlua, I’d buy you Cazadores or Cuervo, but has become harder since you’re not here. It lost the fun of doing it, but since I had a mini-stroke shortly after you left us, I can’t really drink because of the meds I ended up being on. World’s weirdest cocktail – cna’t even have grapefruit.
I miss you and this time it’s hard to realize that you are not here.
I miss you, Tony.
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