I wasted a lot of time feeling sorry for myself after your death and that is not your fault - who I am is different than who I was at the time of your murder - but it has taken me six years to realize that through living a life that pays tribute to you, by appreciating rather than cursing this gift of life - by recognizing every breath as a sacred gift, every day, every sunrise, every smile and every laugh - I can still honor you and your sacrifice.
I will cherish that gift, Gerardo. I will not let it go to waste, not one more second of it - never again. I will cherish every moment and every challenge this life has to offer, and I will live it in your memory . . . and in your honor.
I believe that is how anyone would rather be remembered.
This is letting go, old friend. Now it is time to gain some ground.
