On the 17th August 2008 you died.
Was it the big-pharma cocktail; the black dog; the will to live no longer or just the plain old “Misadventure”.
I’ll never know.
I don’t think you wanted to leave. I know in the past you have, but not this time.
I wish I didn’t leave the country the year before you died. I really wish I stayed here. I really wish I was there for you.