8 years ago
on this day something happen; someone I knew left this plane of existence. I am
not sad. I wept, I cried, I locked myself in a room and wouldn’t come out, I
hated school. But today is not a sad day. I won’t say every day I remembered or
every year on this day was a sad day. I will say I healed because if He could
see me I believe it’s what he’d want. I visited his resting place a few times.
I even lit a cigarette when I was there (he didn’t much like it but he still
kept my secret). I remember playing video games on the couch at his place and I
do chew my tongue when I concentrate, he did too and we got teased about it. He
would not like to see that I lost my ball skills and kind of deviated from some
of the things he thought I could do. But he’d be happy to see me doing well.
Last I talked to him we were boycotting his moving and trying to make him come home
for the holidays and he told me I should not stop writing. He had the ability
to make even the things you saw as the most mundane, be special. He could
encourage and push you. He had a good heart and he’d have your back. I remember
the trouble I got in to in first and second grade with him or rather the
trouble I got into and the covering up he did for me. I don’t know if we would
have been as close as we were today as when we were younger. Even though we did
drift apart here and there cause of being countries apart for long periods but
when we were together the time seemed to have melted away. I do know that he’d
be teasing me about the way I am complaining about the cold and my beard, he’d
still challenge me to a pick up game and whoop my ass. He wouldn’t go easy on
me for shit. Be it on the court or on the telly but he’d always be my boy.
Today is
not a sad day. Today on the 12.11.2014 I remember a friend and good things.
His light
still shines.
Missed and
loved my friend and brother, Hassan Maajar.
