My Brother

With all the crazy stuff that is happening in Japan and all the things that is happening in my life, it was difficult to compose my feelings on here. Last year, Haiti was shook to its core and I managed to blog about that. But when it came to Japan, a place that I will always call home I was at a lost for words. To see all the people succumb to the disaster was hard to bear not to mention the aftermath, the radiation from the damaged nuclear reactors that will leave a mark on the country for the next couple of years. My heart aches for the Japanese people, God bless them.

But what really brought me back to blog this entry was Dion.

No event in my life has had an impact like his passing. I will always feel that sense of loss, the feeling that something's missing. My friends and I are all grown up now. We laughed during our adolescence. We celebrated our graduation. We grinded (and for some of us still grinding) our way through college and now we're out making a living for ourselves. The speed of life is unreal and the growing pains are now an afterthought. But Dion still remains, his memory is still fresh and it is something I will never let escape from me. Naturally, I think "What If?" What if he was still around? What if he never left UNM? What if he was at Leslie's graduation taking pictures? What if he got wasted on our 21st birthdays? What if he went to Tahoe with us? What if I could give him a call right now and have him meet up with me at a bar and just talk shit, and the tab is on me? I could go on forever asking but it would be a waste of time. He would want me to keep the ball rolling and not look back. I hope he is proud of us. I can see him sitting in a chair just watching us and rooting for us as if he was at a sports bar. And that's the type of guy Dion was, he believed in people. He turns 24 today and we're celebrating like he's still here because he actually is. So here's to 24 my brother, keep shining.

We miss you always.

The first song I played when I heard he passed.