I went to a lot of art exhibitions the other night and thought of you. I’m painting a giraffe right now. You always loved giraffes. I am crying into the paint and if I could sing I would sing your praises. It happens sometimes. I’ll be painting all morning after a night of going out and your face will be there. No one told me I would miss you. I guess I thought you’d live forever. It’s been years but I still think of you. I would link my hand in yours and we were the best of buddies. I remember your eyes. Bright blue and sparkly. Your smile could melt the room and everyone in it. So I’m painting giraffes today. If I close my eyes I can see your face again but for now they’re open. And in my heart I know you’d want my eyes to be open. I can’t promise to forget because that would be too hard. All I can do is treat others as you have always treated everyone else , with kindness and love in life and in paint.