As Robert Frost once wrote, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” This one really hurts in the beginning, and I’m not sure if the sting ever does truly go away. It’s a fact of life that can be hard to accept when someone we love leaves this world. Losing Abraham has been the single hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure. In the days following his departure, I lost every will to continue forward. Everything had lost its meaning and I couldn’t fathom a time when I’d “get over it”. Well truth be told, I’m still not over it. And I probably never will. Life will continue, but a part will always be missing. The thing about losing someone that close to you, is it forces you to look within yourself and really reflect on the moves you’ve made thus far. You start questioning your own existence. It makes you pay attention to what you are truly passionate about or what your heart truly desires. When you are reminded that your time on this earth is limited it forces you to put things in perspective. The loss of Abraham triggered a change in my mindset and forced me make the changes necessary to live instead of just merely exist. I realized the importance of memories. And how we should make as many of them as possible with the people we love. It is the only thing that will be left of them and you will want to celebrate their lives when they are gone. Memories are the only way to bring someone back to life. I realized that I had given entirely too much importance to the pursuit of material and mundane things than to making memories with the people I loved. And that changes today. Today, I vow in honor of everything Abraham embodied on his short time on Earth, to live as if the next sunrise was not promised. Because it truly is not. I have spent far too long waiting. Waiting to travel, waiting to write, waiting to finish school, waiting to live. Waiting, the time we spend waiting, that is the biggest thief of life. So my advice is, go out there. Live life. Life is this very moment in front of you. Don’t wait for the weekend. No empieces la dieta el lunes. Live. Theres too much sky, too much earth and space to be explored, to be constantly saying no, to be afraid, and to not let go of control. To not live.
In loving memory of you, always.
’95 until infinity. ∞