I want you to know that I think of you. I want you to know that I miss you. I would give a lot to talk to you one more time.

I remember the last time that I saw you. I know you are happy. I know you are in a better place.

I want you to know that I remember your laugh, your stories, and your tattoo,

And I want you to know that I remember the days and the nights we spent together, countless nights, endless nights.

You know when and you know where. You know who with and you know what. You know for for how long and you know how much.

You know and I know. You know that I know and I know that you know. Still, it is not called knowledge, you know and I know.

There are many things I want to thank you for. Thank you first of all for accepting me for exactly who I am. And this is not easy. I can be stubborn, difficult, critic and confusing, but …

Thank you for understanding me. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for laughing with me when God blessed us with funny moments.

And crying with me when God was trying to tell us something. Thank you for being you.

Death is waiting for a brave man such as you. You knew death would be coming. You have seen him following you for the last year.

You have seen him coming closer. You have felt his breath in your neck for the last month.

You have felt his touch for the last weeks. You have heard his voice for the last days.

Goodbye my friend, you must go your own way. This time I can not follow you, not right now, later.