One year

It´s been more than a year.

But You choose to pass on my sisters birthday, malaka, so I didnt want to put this sobbing obituary on that day, so I´m giving it to You now.´

I miss You.

Terribly.

Last night I called you on your cell.

No one´s got your old number.

It was just a lady that said that I should check my number and try again.

Of course I didn´t cos there´s no use doing that , You won´t answer anyway.

I miss  talking to You.

Making fun of Your attempt to say things in swedish.

Making fun of Your way to say things in english.

Yes, Paulie, I speak better english than you do. Did.

That´s hard getting use to. Did.

Talking about You in past tense.

I miss having You to cheer me up when I´m down.

You would say" Kiki love, cheer up, you are the most posh girl I know, and posh girls don´t cry, they get even"

True.

I talked to You last night.

I don´t know if You heard me? Maybe there is no afterlife, maybe there is no Heaven.

Than I´m just a crazy-lady talking to myself.

But I think You are somewhere i cyberspace, reading my blog, attending every party thru my pictures, making jokes when You see my sarcastic posts, and giving us Your presence by still having Your Facebook open.

A year has passed by but it feels like I was at Your funeral last week.

You are in my heart everyday , Paulie, and wherever you are You are always on our minds.

Paul Sefton 29 nov 1986-6 maj 2012

You´ll always walk beside me.