“The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.”
I heard that you passed away yesterday, and it breaks my heart to face the reality that you are no longer on this earth. So many feelings are swirling inside me right now. I have many regrets, one I did not keep in touch with you and Cella all of those years. I often thought of you and how things were going.
I love the postings Cella would do on occasion, and it was sporadic to see you there with her. It was always around the celebration of a holiday or a birthday. I remember how you felt about social media; you did not care for it much. I decided to write you this letter in honor of you.
We were friends from the start when we met in the Borough of Manhattan Community College. I did not know what to make of you with your big Latina fro and your big framed glasses, it was in 1977 after all. You were always so outspoken, and you knew your path of success from the beginning. You had a great sense of humor, a huge heart, contagious laughter, and never fearful of speaking your mind.
We kept in touch for the most part, and we went on to begin our families, but we always kept in touch through the rough times as well as the good times. I don’t know the exact reason we lost touch, but I have a memory.
I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve, and I am too sensitive about certain things. And you being so outspoken, I got my feelings hurt by you over stupidity.
I was already living in Florida, and you visited with Cella. You loved cooking, so one evening you wanted to make a signature dish that you were so proud of. It was Chicken with white sauce and rice. Delicious! Believe it or not, I was not too fond of the way you took over the kitchen. It was so stupid thinking in retrospect. I was grateful for your excellent meal, but I felt like you trespassed. I should have told you how I felt, but instead, I began to distance myself.
My friend, I am asking of you in heaven where you are right at this moment to forgive me. I will have to live with this, and it is all because of my sensitive self, and for that, I am deeply sorry.
In my heart, I believe you heard me. You will be deeply missed, my friend.