A little of me, for you.

Dedicated to my Uncle Pedro.
I will always remember you.

Why weep? Why cry our hearts out dreaming of someone that is gone? Why spend away beautiful days full of sunlight and nights full of stars held away in a quiet room? Of course it is only natural to feel sad deep inside, to miss that someone, to wish he or she didn’t have to leave just yet. And then we hide behind our duties or deep within our minds wondering why… looking for a reason, for a sign that leads us to the answer. Then, we weep further more when we fail to get it. It is not ok. That’s not like it should be. We should be happy for the time we had with that someone that now is gone. We should be thankful for the laughter, the secrets, the stories, the good and the not so good moments we were able to share. We should remember life is too short to spend it hiding away and keeping to ourselves, to afraid to feel, to afraid to let someone in. Maybe you wish I could say someday we’ll forget and it’ll be like if it no longer matters, but I won’t. It does matter, and it always will. No matter how much time goes by there will always be a place in your heart that brings ache and joy with the memories of that one long gone. The good part is that that thing you feel is eating you inside out will, with time, make you understand you _have_ to live life and that it is the only way to make sense of all of this. You have to put your heart out there and let people matter, and laugh with them, and cry with them, and live with them the time of your life, because that is the difference between just letting your heart pump blood through your body and truly being part of it all… truly living.