As you sat in that old computer chair in our old dining room, you spoke, aging yourself. I, in and out of the wash room, preparing for the day as you taught me so well. The details impeccable, your voice so serene. It’s as if you hadn’t aged a second, when truly 10 years had passed. Memories of you are fading, yet my dreams feel I could reach. A hug, an embrace I yearn for every morning, every evening, every day. I will tell my sister of the words you say, “I’ve never been more proud of someone.” Thank you for coming to me. Thank you for your words of peace. Happy belated. Celebrate in heaven.