November 29th, 2001

The día I lost the amor of my life. Forever.

One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do tu want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, tu can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I dicho a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want tu to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.

"Ritchie, I need to tell tu something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out for lunch. I didn't say a word to him. About four months later I received a letter.


I am dying. The cancer has spread to my lungs, and my brain. This might be the last time I get to talk to you. It really hurt my feelings when tu ran out of the hospital that day. But I understand I scared you. I still have to tell tu something and I guess I have to tell tu through this letter.

I amor you, Ritchie. I amor tu so much. I needed tu to know I'm sorry. But my time has come. I'm ready to die. I'll miss you. Look for me when your gone. Thank tu for all tu have done. For being an amazing drummer, and a out standing friend, thank you. For everything.


I dropped the letter. "I-I. Oh my God." I tried to get there as fast as I could. It took two days to get there. "George, George!"

"You made it." he said. "Today is my last."

"No! tu can't die, tu can't! You're the youngest. It wasn't meant to be like this!"

He looked at me. "Make me happy one más time." I understood. We had our first, yet our last kiss. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything, anything for you!"

"Wait... for me" Then he closed his eyes. For good.

I miss him más and más each day. But I've still kept going. For him. And I know my time is soon, getting closer each passing day, and I'll see him again.

That is the power of love.