Yesterday was Robert’s birthday. Robert passed away in 2020. (He had cancer). I loved that man a lot. I called him my mentor; he was the one who believed in my writing when I didn’t and he was also the man who encouraged me to publish my own books. He was a great man and when I think of him, it is always with a fond smile. But I miss him. I miss him a lot. Everyday, not only yesterday or today… He is always on my mind.
On November 12th, it was the anniversary of my grandma’s passing. She passed away in 2016. My grandma… She caused so much hurt and was so cruel to me, and yet… I quite miss her. I would love for her to see me now and to see how I succeeded in life, even though she always told me that I was a failure and a waste of skin.
Yesterday, I went to a restaurant. We noticed a waiter being more hyper than he usually is but thought nothing of it. At the end of our meal, we ordered the check and he came to our table. We laughed, he complimented me on my yellow Casio watch and then he offered to have a digestive together. He brought three limoncello and before we drank, he told me/us that he was scared because he would learn today if his cancer is back or not. He told me that he had had cancer of the colon when he was 22 and now, six years later, there might be something in his pancreas. He then went on to remind us/me that we should tell our loved ones that we love them and care about them, and that we should be more forgiving of small mistakes and quirks that drive us mad. We drank, we hugged, paid (intending to add a good tip, but he refused to take it), and then we left. He is on my mind a lot today. He was a stranger until last night, but today I care about him and want him to be okay. Truly.
I miss my friend.
