Remembering is easy, forgetting is hard.
That's something I read once. It's easy to understand I suppose. Today's a day I'd like to forget. Today marks my first birthday without my best friend. I don't want to bore anyone with the details, but a little background is in order.
I met my best friend when I was 4. We went to the same nursery and on our first day, we had a fight over who got to play with the Simba toy. It ended with the teacher, Mrs. Angie, giving me and you Timon and Pumba toys, and giving some other kid the Simba.
From that day forward, I'd say Timon and Pumba pretty much summed us up. We went to the same Primary school, the same High school, both did Collegiate together, and then did University together. We opened our first business together, and after that tanked, we opened another one. We gave each other advice, we went on double dates, we supported each other, you were my best friend, my brother, my confidante, and I loved you more than any other person on earth.
Then ten months ago, you passed out and never woke up.
Jesus Christ man, what the ****. I was such a ******* mess. My girlfriend, your girlfriend, your Mum, your Sister, your Dad, every person in the world who was related to you and had every right to break down, and they all were consoling me. I couldn't function. How could I? My best ******* friend in the entire world, the first person I could ever remember being able to count on, all gone.
I know you knew how much you meant to me. I'll say it again though. Everything I am today and everything I will ever be, is all down to our friendship.
I remember, only a couple of days after you died, your Mum came to see me. I had locked my doors, closed the curtains, and I was sat in the dark, trying to drown myself in whiskey. Your beautiful, lovely, caring Mum came in, cleaned me up, got me sober, and then slapped me harder than that time I convinced you it would be funny to jump off your roof on a bike. She told me something that put me back on track. Through all the time that me and you had been friends, she said that you were never more lost than when I wasn't by your side. She told me she couldn't imagine the pain I was in. I broke down man, I couldn't believe your Mum, who'd just lost her youngest son, could tell me she couldn't imagine my pain.
I'm better now, stronger. I just wanted to let you know what you meant to me mate, and writing it down helps me a lot.
I love you Dave, I'll see you on the other side.