Yesterday was your birthday. Happy belated birthday. You were born in 1984. You would be 39.
You were gone on Saturday, May 17, 2003. I was 16 years old at the time. I couldn't accept your death. I should've been there. I was in denial.
20 years later. Now I'm 36. Time flies. That's crazy.
It surprises me every day that my younger-self was able to survive your death. When things don't go my way, I would tell myself that in order to keep the mind in check.
Recently, I was close to death twice. I almost died a week ago from a burning truck. A month ago, I almost died from a bike accident. Yesterday I wrote a blog about my near death experiences.
I believe you're with me. You've saved me from my near death experiences. Thank you. You're in my heart everywhere I go. You've been watching me since 2003.
So far, you don't want me to die. I don't have any suicidal thoughts or intentions. That was only when I was mourning and grieving your loss. No need to worry.
I shouldn't be afraid of death. For the reason that, you died from being stabbed multiple times. I didn't get to witness your death. You're brave.
I've come a long way to be where and who I am at. With your passing, you've made me become stronger mentally, physically, and spiritually. You already know. You're watching me.
You're not an auntie yet. I don't have a girlfriend right now. First I have to find a partner. I've been on dates. Something would happen. It’s the timing. Oh well. Respect the lady.
There'll be a time when I'm gone. I wonder if you and I will reunite. I think so. I hope so. I wanna hear from you. You've been listening to me for the last 20 years. I'll stop talking right now.
Happy belated birthday. I miss you. love you.