All day I’ve been seeing the crazy date 12.12.12 flash around everywhere and I still forgot to think of you, and how on this day, six years ago, you closed your eyes and never woke up.
And I’m sorry that it took me 21 hours to remember to think of you. To hear you laugh, to see the twinkle in your eye that could set off a domino of stars. I wish you were here to see your baby nephew Jofi. You’d suffocate him with love. Maybe you can see him from where you are, looking from the outside into an open window.
I can see it now…
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
– Charles Baudelaire’ (translated to English by a Spanish friend)
I miss you every day.