It's been two years without you. Two whole years that I spent knowing I would never hear your voice again. I can't believe that so much time has passed.
I still remember when you told me about your diagnosis. You were so optimistic. For the first time in years, you didn't want to die, and you were so sure you wouldn't. I was too. Yet here we are.
You know, there is this side in me that feels bad for mourning you. We never met. I only saw your face once. I have no right to still feel the effect of your absence years later, but I do. Every day. There is this part of me that I can't seem to find, no matter how hard I try. It is buried with you, surely.
I don't know how to phrase my gratefulness. I can't put it into words. Without you, I wouldn't be here today. Without you, I would have been lond dead. At least, we'd be together then. You would hate that I just said that, I'm sorry.
I want you to know that I'm doing well for myself. I live in a student dorm, away from my parents. And I'm happy here. I even made it to university, like you said I would. I was so worried about that back then, but you always knew I could make it. I have good friends that treat me well. Even if I don't know where I belong yet, I am confident I will find it out. I didn't do too bad for myself.
Some days are still hard for me, of course. In those times, I wish nothing more than to call you and listen to you playing the piano. It always used to calm me down. I miss it. I miss you.
There is no way to put into words how many people you saved. You left a community behind, did you know that? Hundreds of thousands of people that seek comfort with each other. You created that. It will always remain here. So many people are only alive today because of you, including me.
I took some inspiration from you. My friends and I created a support group for people like us, people with our addiction. I think giving people the support that you once gave them makes me feel closer to you. I think you would have wanted me to do good in the world, just as you always did.
The world was a lot more colourful with you. I wish I could talk to you again. There's nothing I yearn for more. I feel so lost since you are gone. But even now, you still find a way to guide me. I remembered recently a piece of advice you once gave me when I was worried about my eating habits. It helps a lot. You helped a lot. Your endless compassion and wisdom were one of a kind.
Wheneve I visit a church, I light a candle for you. It's a habit now. It has no religious meaning, but it makes me feel better. I hope you can see those candles, wherever you are. You would like them a lot, I'm sure of it.
I hope you can be proud of me. I try my best to carry on what you started.