A Note to the Dead

To have known you the way I did was a privilege. To have seen you as I did was a blessing I didn't even realize I had—one I cannot forget.

Tears trickle down my face every now and then because I miss you already. Sometimes, I sit and wait, hoping you'll call me.

You were beyond amazing—I cannot say it enough. Thank you for being such a light.

The testimonies told of you are the same from everyone you encountered. It’s proof that you weren’t selective in how or whom you loved. Your love knew no bounds—it cut across tribe, height, and color. You loved deeply, without limits. It’s a relief to know that when I say you were too good to be true, I am not alone.

Sleep well, Mr. Relax.

I am confident that I will see you again in the next life, at the feet of Jesus.