It is so surreal that you do not exist anymore,

all that is left of you, of your humanity, is in the memories of others

in the impressions you left on other people, other lives

in the DNA that flows through the bodies of your children.

But you – your laughter, your smile, your bear hugs,

I’ll never see them again, never feel your lively energy

never be enthralled by one of your stories.

I am writing to a person that only exists now in memory

writing to a person who simply is no more

will never read these words, will never respond,

will never make me smile or laugh again.

You don’t exist anymore, how is that possible?