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To my dear Hajurba!

I was a crazy kid! Well “was” is my attempt of making you feel like I may or may not still be that way. I couldn’t sit still or quiet for that fact. I had questions! So many ever loving ones and then I had my best friend, my grandfather who just really needed a break. He would bribe me with 5 bucks in exchange of 5 minutes of peace. I’m from a business family. Hustle comes naturally. I have lost count of how many 5 bucks did I stash before I was 5 years old. 
Everyone that is close to me knows what he meant to me. He was everything. The guy that I loved the most, trusted the most and respected the most. I remember the way he smelled when he held me in his lap inside his blue blanket to keep me warm in winter months. I remember our secret shopping trips, how he knew what I wanted before the words came out. He was the Heinz ketchup to my Walmart frozen fries. He made it all better! 
When he was gone is when I truly felt the need to grow up because he wasn’t gonna be there to catch me when I fall or fix the shit I normally get myself into. 
I have f#<\ed up a lot of shit but the only true regret I have in my life is not getting that last good bye, not saying “I love you” enough, not being there as much as I wanted to. Moral of the story: say your “I love you” s until you aggravate the piss out of someone you love. Don’t make a good bye unheard for that might be the ultimate one. And lastly when someone is gone, keep them alive with your actions!! 


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