23 years...

Love is a strange fe eling. Though I was only 11 years old, I still remember how I felt when I knew you had passed away. Suddenly I was feeling emptiness in my heart and in my life, someone was missing. I didn’t know you personally but it was as if a close friend had left.

I remember promising me that day that I would visit you in Los Angeles. I finally could do it three years ago. I only realized it would be 20 years since you had parted when I was here. Three years ago already and I remember how I found the place where you were, after going the first day to the cemetery and not finding your grave in spite of my asking to the guards and my search, grave by grave. But I had not dared going into the central monument. I remember how I went back to the cemetery the following day, that time going into the memorial, once more, hunting the place. I was losing hope when a ray of sun reflecting on a glass earned my attention. There he was. I finally had found his place. I couldn’t believe it. After having searching all over the cemetery, with a kind of relief, I felt on my knees in front of him, touching with the fingers the glazed door that separated us.

This was the first step of my wish. I just hope I’ll be able to make my dream come true soon. Meanwhile, I struggle to remember you, as you wanted, “with smiles and laughter” though it isn’t always easy.

I Love You Michael