You look so tiny playing that violin, I know how many times you tried to get it right. I can see it in your hands, how tired they are, how stubborn. You weren’t playing that for yourself, were you? You looked happy, but not the kind of happy that comes from the peace of playing it right but the kind of happy that comes from playing it right for someone else. Someone who shared her lunch with you and took care of you getting through your school life, yes I remember. How can I ever forget? I know she’s watching and I might not be the best man on earth right now but maybe she knows I took care of you like no one ever could, because she watched both the back and the front of the story. I know she did. She cries knowing you are in pain, she cries seeing you turn back to how you were and maybe she’s the only one who can look over our every messed up situation and tell us to get back angrily. When she closed her eyes for the last time, she did so knowing you had me, and that you were happy. I know that made her more than happy too.