Tobala,
Not a day - still - goes by where I go to text someone with a similar name to you about something. I realize I haven't deleted you from my phone, and won't until it too, goes its way, and I become emotional and sad at the fact that we can't have a telephone marathon - on this plane, anyways.
I continue to think of you. I know you were watching over me a couple times recently when I got in over my head. I knew it at the time - your kind voice telling me to stay away, to get it together, etc. Your help in my preserving my own life when it could have gone very differently has not gone unnoticed. I am still a stranger in a strange land. I suppose you are, too.
I promise you that I will listen to you more fervently going forward. Please watch over me, and watch over that little son of yours most of all. Your laughter will be what I remember most. I will remember the humor and jokes we shared forever.
Must have been a spectacular show last night, with the meteor shower. I am sure you had the best seat in the house. You certainly deserved it.
In a difficult and strange world, you were my touchstone. You still are.
We all miss you.
Mariposa