I may not know where I am going but I do know I want to make you proud.
It was more than just a slogan; a life motto: Intelligent, Beautiful, Modest.
I don’t do it for you, I do it because of you and what you wanted me to be.
The risks, the reward, the pain, the joy.
In the end your absence has grown, grown to appreciation for what was, what can be.
It does not mean I wouldn’t do anything for one more conversation; a room full of familiar scents; Pall Malls, Black Coffee.
You are with me, a part of me; if I want to hear you I can in my actions, in my thoughts and in his music.