Ponci
It’s the 9th of September, and I’m in Seoul, South Korea. I’m sitting here in my hotel room, resting, as I nurse a cold.
Pons, it’s practically a year since you left us, and it’s still so hard to accept. We’re all still navigating our way through the pain and the grief of losing you, I still find myself crying on the way to school knowing you won’t be there to greet me good morning, to ask me what I have planned for the day’s classes.
I think about the past year, and that day is still so fresh in my memory. The fact that what happened to you took place in the office and not anywhere else is a minuscule comfort. That you were attended to so quickly is far better than the possible alternatives had that happened to you at home, or while you were on your way somewhere else.
Until now, it’s still very difficult to find the words to express what I’m feeling. All I know is that I miss you.
